Livin' in the Ghetto

So Aaron has this thing with me and saying "ghetto".  When he first met me and my family he cracked up laughing at our over usage of the word "ghetto".  We really don't say it that often but he has never heard people use it in so many contexts.  Maybe it's a Vegas thing.  If something is broken or make-shift looking. I say that's ghetto.  If I'm shopping and I see a shirt that already has a hole in it, I say that's ghetto.  If I see someone wearing a wife-beater with their crack hangin out.  I say that's ghetto. I think it makes total sense. Maybe I'm confused on what ghetto means, but it's worked for me so far.

So this morning, I am sitting in bed reading my book and eating some cereal when I hear some sirens...  Usual.  But then I hear a guy on a load speaker yelling, "Put your hands in the air and step outside the vehicle."  I just knew my car was getting stolen.  So I jump out of bed and run to my front room window.  I peek through the blinds and I can't see anything but I can still hear them yelling on the speaker.  So I open my front door and sure enough there are some full grown hoodlums gettin' arrested across the street (for who knows what).

I mean, I kinda thought we lived in the ghetto, but it's Provo.  Could any part of Provo be that ghetto? Well that incident just confirmed it.  I say when you got bums hangin' out and people gettin' arrested within 15 yards of your house, that's when you know you live in the ghetto. It's ok. I've accepted it. It gives our neighborhood character.  I'll just continue to lock my doors during the daytime and double check on our cars at night. No big.

RollerBlades

Last night I was at Walmart and I saw a cart-boy in rollerblades.  I thought, "Hey that's not a bad idea". Then my next thought was, "Kim Ram...".  I laughed out loud just thinking about it.

A few weeks ago when I was in Vegas, we were craving a good rollerblading session.  Suzie, Kim, and I strapped on our blades and rode off into the night.

So the church next to the temple has a really good hill.  I was assuming everyone agreed on this hill so I turned and headed straight down it with Kim right by my side.  I'm thinking somewhere at the top of that hill she changed her mind because she started swinging her arms around and yelling, "Jill!  Help me! I can't stop!"   By that time she was reaching for the back of my shirt and I was yelling, "Don't hold onto me!" while simultaneously utilizing my rollerblading skills to dodge her reach.  We struggled for a few seconds.  Then I hear a slap on the pavement and I knew I had escaped.

The rest of the way down the hill I hear Kim groaning/laughing/crying and I can't help but laugh so hard!  I know it's not what a best friend should do but I just got this thing...  I laugh at things like rollerblading crashes.  I get to the bottom of the hill and look up.  In the moonlight, I see Kim's legs up in the air and Suzie still zig zagging her way down at the top of the hill.  She wasn't takin' any chances. I could hardly stand there I was laughing so hard.  I made my trek back up the hill to see what the damages were.

Poor Kimmy!  She had a big raspberry on her bum/hip, 2 on her knees, and 1 on her elbow.  I guess we weren't giving her enough sympathy because as soon as we walked back in my house she yelled, "Neil!  I'm hurt!" Hahaha  Suzie and I were cracking up.  She doesn't know that my dad isn't very sympathetic either. He did his best though.  We walked in and he was checking out the injuries. What a good dad. Suzie and I cleaned and bandaged up our little friend and the rest of the night was spent recovering (well... we managed to slip a little Zumba in).

Moral of the story is:  Don't panic at the top of a hill when you are rollerblading.  Just go straight and hope you don't hit a rock. Or...check your brakes before you do anything dare devilish.

Rain Rain Go Away

Warning:  this is going to be a negative one.  Is anyone else sick of all this rain??  I really do love a rainy day or two but 10 rainy days when it's supposed to be summer?? Come on! It makes me homesick knowing that I could be laying by the pool next to Suzie in the warm Las Vegas sun.  Instead I am here... under the gray and black clouds...

The hardest part of rainy days: The worms spread out and mashed all over the sidewalk...ugh! It makes me wanna throw up. It took forever for me to even figure out what they were! But now i know, I can't forget it. I don't want to squish them so I tip-toe down the sidewalk looking like a weirdo. Then I remember I'm in a hurry (like usual) so I put my head up, think about something else, and just walk.  It's really hard to not imagine the worms squishing under my feet, but I do it.  It's just another part of the rainy day. 

I usually turn to Aaron to help me be positive but even he is pretty bugged. He has a window washing business and the rain is really interfering with his daily enjoyment. Window washing is his passion. haha But I'm going to look at the bright side BECAUSE  at church yesterday I made a goal to work on being more positive! So, on this rainy day I am going to highlight the positive. I really do like the rain.  Just not right now.

Fresh air.  I LOVE the smell of rain.
Everything looks so clean and new.
Something about a dark and cloudy day really brings out the green in all of the trees and plants. It's so pretty!
I have an excuse not to wash my car :)
The best is thunder and lightning!  
My hair becomes a mess of curls.
Aaron is more available.
The sound of rain hitting the roof.
I get to use my zebra umbrella and I feel like a diva.

Have a happy day! :)

Jill

My Best Friend

Let me introduce my best friend to my blog. His name is Aaron Anderson.

We are really rediculous sometimes.  We will laugh at each other for the dumbest things.  This is how it goes.

He says or does something funny.
I laugh.
Then he laughs.
Then I laugh AT his laugh.
Then he starts fake laughing because he knows it's making me laugh now.
Then I laugh even harder and it just keeps going until I'm in pain and yelling, "Stop!"  through my hysterical laughter.  

This little bundle of joy (literally) came into my life 17 months ago.  Luckily I was going to church or I woulda never met him! I could easily pick him out of the crowd at ward activities.  All I had to do was scan the crowd for a flannel plaid shirt.  The boy has a number in the double digits of them.  I've counted.  I just found out that the reason he even noticed me at FHE that night was because I happened to be wearing a blue plaid shirt!  He has an addiction.

Anyways we'll skip the part about how I had a crush on him long before he had a crush on me for the sake of my pride and just get to the point.  November 20, 2010 was the best day of my life.  I married my very best friend in the Las Vegas Temple for time and all eternity. And today, 6 months later, I still feel like the luckiest girl in the world!  Because I am :)

Yay for 6 months Aaron A!  I love you!

Wog's Blog

     Some of you may have looked at my blog and wondered, "Why the weird name?" Well...there's a small explanation.  First of all.  I had a really hard time thinking of a creative name.  Everyone has these names that have nothing to do with anything or they are just a small detail from their life that describes them.  I wanted to think of something like that but sorry I am just not that creative!  So the name "wog".  It's a nick name that I was given somewhere in my childhood.  Don't exactly know who gave it to me but it seemed like my dad used it the most.  It ranges from Jilly-wog to woggy to wog.  It's not just my immediate family that uses it, it's my extended family, friends, and my in-laws now too.  I have to smile when I hear it.  It makes me feel closer to that person somehow.
     One funny encounter with my nickname was with my roommate Kirstin Gunn.  She had caught on to my name from my cousins and sister living with me.  You could tell by the tone of her voice that she was excited to call me by a new name.  Every now and then I'd hear her call to me across the house.  Then there was one time when she acknowledged me with my nickname in our conversation.  I just cracked up laughing and said, "What did you say?"  She looked confused and said, "Jilly-Wod?"  I laughed so hard.  All this time she was calling me "Jilly-Wod".  Haha Needless to say, she got the memo.  Anyways, the point is, Wog and Blog rhyme. HaHa. So I am perfectly content using this easy to interpret, not so creative name for my blog.

Hello Blogging World!

I have been jealously following other blogs for about a year now.  I made up my mind today that I was going to create my very own blog and decorate it with all my very own favorite things.  So here it is. Now I gotta go round up some followers.