I'm not really a huge snow fan, but I decided this morning that if I'm going to be sick with a cold, be in my house mostly, be in Utah for Christmas, and it will still be freezing outside anyway, then it might as well snow and stick.
I mean, come on, Utah. Work with me here. At least let it look pretty for Christmas rather than just be bitterly cold.
UPDATE (as of not very much later): It is now snowing here. We shall see if it sticks or not!
Our parents like family pictures. So, for Christmas, we obliged. Not only did we oblige, but we actually did outdoor photographs rather than "in studio" and solicited the expertise of my old friend and photographer/musician/barber extraordinaire, Drew Danbury.
It was lovely. We got two CDs chock full of photos and the ability to print them off as we pleased! Way more worth it than going "studio" wise and getting only a few poses and then paying them so much to print off the photos (and having to wait weeks to get the pictures).
Plus, we get gems like these:
And cute father/son and mother/son:
And this classic wherein Jamund's shoe is untied, Simon's belly is hanging out, and my shirt is ponchy (no faults of Drew, he even told Jamund about the shoe earlier). But hey, not looking bad for being about three months pregnant, right? (yes, indeed)
Sometimes bad things happen, right? But sometimes the bad things happen in good (or "best possible") ways.
Take these two incidents, happening within 24 hours of each hour (AKA the last day):
1. Jamund stayed home from work yesterday because he wasn't feeling well (BAD). However, he suggested we go to Costco together (where I had planned to go the next morning with Simon) for dinner and shopping since he was bored/feeling better (GOOD).
We went in the Suzuki, and the battery light came and stayed on. I looked in the manual, which recommended taking it to the dealership (which we rejected—too far, too late, we don't really like the dealership). We figured it would be fine.
Well, the car starting dying on the freeway about 5-10 minutes from home (we wouldn't have been able to make it to the dealership had we tried). On the freeway! In pretty busy traffic! In the freezing cold! With construction! (BAD)
We managed to make it to an emergency pullout, and Jamund called Geico (our insurance). They got and said they'd take care of the tow truck (GOOD). After about an hour and assistance from a cop, the incident management (I think) truck (to push us further into the emergency pullout lane and farther from the freeway), Jamund's coworker Rob (who drove Simon and I while Jamund rode in the tow truck), we were safe and sound. (GOOD).
Simon peed through his clothes and I didn't have a backup (BAD) but we ate a Mountain West Burrito (GOOD) before Rob dropped us off at home.
We, of course, left the house keys on the keychain with the car at the mechanic (BAD), but our garage has a keypad code thing and we were able to make it in the house (GOOD).
Anyway, (BAD) for the car to break down (still awaiting the diagnosis) but SO GOOD that Jamund was there. What if it had been this morning, when Simon and I had planned to go? That would've been double bad.
2. (Disclaimer: not all the following happened in the last day): My wedding ring has this problem. The small black diamonds in the center (there are many in a circle, basically) like to fall out (BAD). Luckily, Zales replaces them (GOOD). While my ring is currently gone for repairs, I have been wearing this pearl ring that my mom and I got a long time ago.
Today while I was getting lunch ready/on the table, I heard something drop and looked under the table to find the pearl! Sure enough, I looked down at my hand and the pearl was not on the ring (BAD). Seriously, though? Really? My ring is gone because some stones fall out and now the same general thing happens to the "replacement" ring??
Luckily, it had this prong thing and I just stuck the pearl back on and it seems to be fine (GOOD). Also good that it happened at home where I was aware of it than out and about where I probably wouldn't have heard or noticed it immediately (GOOD).
Anyway, I'm thinking I may need a ring tattoo or something. Any ideas? ;)
Yesterday I read some articles/comments (one such here)regarding the BYU-Idaho kerfuffle on "skinny jeans."
Jamund and I discussed said kerfuffle and came to some conclusions, which may or may not be controversial to you readers (on either end of the opinion spectrum) and which may or may not prove evidence to the fact that we are "old" and grown up and more conservative than we were in the past.
Anyway, some conclusions.
I think kids are missing the point here. The point, to me, is modesty, not how many rules BYU-I can impose on a student's wardrobe.
In my opinion, you could be wearing clothing head to toe and still be immodest, say, if your clothes are skin tight/see-through, etc. I think this is what the "anti-skinny jeans" measure is really getting at.
It makes me sad that LDS (or any, really) girls or guys want to wear skin tight pants (or shirts, etc.). Why? Well, they really don't look good on most people, and it's just awkward and often leads Jamund and I, at least, to cringe and/or make catty remarks (we're catty, it's a bad habit).
Also, it's really not all that modest, guys. It's just not. Sure, you're wearing clothes and your rear end isn't exposed to the world in all its glory.... but it is in a good deal of its glory, and it's not all that glorious in most cases, let's be frank. (This goes for leggings when worn without a dress or loose shirt that goes to one's knees as well, in my opinion. Leggings are worse, though, because they are sometimes a bit see-through too.)
Wear some proper pants that actually fit and look good on you! Be modest. Modesty does not have to equal ugly, either, which makes me recall the point that skinny jeans DO NOT LOOK GOOD OR ATTRACTIVE on MOST people. Thank you.
So, good for BYU-I for banning/not banning (it still seems unclear to me as to what exactly is/was the consensus) skinny jeans. They don't want their students to look like sweet hoes (ho's?)? They want them to avoid "form fitting" clothes? They want them to try to look their best? Good for them. I agree.
....So does this make me ready to have teenagers?
p.s. Just so you know that our family has its own fashion difficulties and doesn't claim perfection... behold Simon in his winter-going with the parents to vote-attire: