fashion, wwjd? & things that make me sad...

FASHION WEEK!! 

So it was fashion week last week or the week before orrrr something. All I know is Lindsay Lohan was snubbed by the Olsens AND Dakota Fanning, I think that to be snubbed by Dakota Fanning you probably have to be a real L-O-S-E-R! (Because Dakota Fanning seems like a real sweet-tart.)  

This post is not all about fashion, just the following pictures. On Tuesday, my one day off a week to dress normal; not in dirty, stinky faded black Malawi attire, I have to admit I thought I was looking pretty fresh to dea'f ... soooo, I made Dragon (Jordan is making me call him Dragon now whenever I refer to him on my blog. sheesh!) ...so, of course I had Dragon take some fashion pictures of me to share with the blogger world. I appreciate my blog in that it allows me to document cute outfits and I have like zero followers; aside from my husband, his mom and my co-worker Greg's wife, (yeah, I called you out! I know you're sneaking a peek!) so thankfully my vanity goes overlooked by most. JK (Rowling)! 

On with the show! 

After I forced Dragon to call me a tiger and make growling sexy noises at me, I took pictures of him too. He did not want to pose, note: he wasn't even wearing shoes, but I told him HE MUST!!-- it is fashion week! Or close to it. So here is him. He has some really unique poses and I think shortly after I post today's episode that Abercrombie will be tying up his phone.

Good, right? I told you! 

And here's me...  only double the trouble.

       

In picture Number One I am a one legged pirate, you're into it aren't you? Picture Number Two really displays my love for brick walls. I am slowly caressing it. Imagine me as Michael Scott as that guy who is not Brian Fontana or Champ or Ron Burgundy from "Anchor Man." What is it Dragon? Oh yes, Brick, how appropriate! So imagine me as him, caressing the brick wall, shouting, "I LOVE LAMP!" Only I love brick(s), not Brick. So those are my poses, Brick and the pirate who will never be able to do the Captian Morgan stance, unless I jump, pose my one existing leg and the cameraman happens to get me at just the right angle. Then we can superimpose a barrel of rum under me. Only not whiskey, butter-beer, because I'm Mormon now. Which is also why I particularly liked Tuesdays outfit-- because it is so fashionably "modest." I want to be one of those hot SLC Mormies who are uber-fashion forward despite certain modesty restrictions we may have (which by the way I do not see as restrictions and am more than happy to accommodate- when it's not 120 degrees out.) 

If you have read this far, thank you. If you have read this far but are banging your head against a wall. Thank you and I'm sorry. Now onto the meat. 

We have two items on today's agenda... 

Number One: Stake Conference. 

Two Sundays ago Dragon and I went to church early. Very early, like and hour and a half early because it was Stake Conference. Seats go fast, cushioned seats that is. Last year we went an hour early and still had to sit in the reject seats in the back. So this year we were determined to have our normal front right corner seats! Turns out an hour and a half is too early. Way too early. People didn't really start to show until about a quarter til. 

So this was this one lady who was sitting two rows in front of us, saving seats; which I am strongly against, unless of course the seat is being saved for me. Or the person for whom which said seat is being saved happens to have a baby, in which case they will be running late-- still not the best excuse to me because I am not a mother yet and do not understand how it could be very hard to throw an outfit on a baby who could care less what it looks like (mothers have at me! I know there is so much more to it!) While this lady is saving seats, young married couples keep coming up to her and asking if the seats are saved, to which she responds, "yes." Finally, a younger woman comes down from the choir to take her seat with older lady number one... all the while  more couples are coming to ask to sit next to these two women. Well at one point Dragon and I finally hear one determined couple ask if they are saving seats, to which the two ladies reply again, "yes," but then the couple asks, "Oh how many?" ...to which the TWO ladies, saving an entire cushioned church pew, reply, "ONE." No joke. These pews seat five adults easy. You may have to be a little snug. Four is likely ideal if you don't know your neighbors.... but three to a pew!? (When I say pew, I'm talking BENCH here.) Jordan and I were sitting with another couple, the man was a little heftier, but I would gladly have scooted down to squeeze in two more had the other couple in our bench been willing. So two women in a five person bench do not scoot over to allow room for a very skinny couple, might I add. I was a little baffled. I mean, sure nobody likes to be breathed on by strangers, but really? In church no less, you can't make room for two? When you're only waiting on one! 

I wondered how different it might be if there were no seats behind the pews? Not even the hard fold out chairs that half the people sit on most Sundays anyway because they don't like to be too close in church, something about nerds being labeled in high school for sitting in the front row of desks has remained embedded deep in their brains. But when it's Stake Conference, oh no hold barred! 'Front row is mine suckas!' As a weekly front rower, not just a 'when it's important front row thief,' I am aghast! How unwilling would people be to sit together if behind the pews there was only standing room, dirt, imagine this were the real times of Jesus and aside from limited group seating there was only the dirt to sit or stand, would we still choose our own comfort bubble over offering others a seat? I should hope not. I don't know why it should be any different. 

I am not trying to act holier than thou, like I said, Dragon and I only had four in our row (at least four is more  than three, Nanner! Nanner! Nanner!), but seriously. I just couldn't get past, not the act it self, but the example that was set. Turning away others who are gathering with you to hear the gospel taught and brought to life. I dwelled on it, clearly. When two weeks later I am still bringing it up. Thoughts? 

Item of Business Numero Dos: "The Help" 

This movie, oh man!, just as suspected... made me laugh, made me cry, made my soul cheer and scream for justice! There are many parts that really pull on your heart strings, but the part where one maid is getting hauled off by the cops kicking and screaming and Abeline is yelling, "Don't fight!" Man, those two words killed me! "Don't fight!" Can you imagine? I mean, she stole, okay, I get that part, but your entire life you've been deprived of your basic Civil Rights. Your innate human rights. Not God granted, not Law granted, but something that we as humans should innately and gladly share with everyone of our species. ?? I can't even imagine. It makes me sad. Sad to think that such hate and racism existed in our world. Even after all the advancements man has made in this world we've been given, or somehow stumbled upon, whichever you believe, that we can't co-exist with other humans peacefully and happily. Call me a flaming whatever. But can't we all just get along. Okay, really bad quote. Really though, can you imagine anyone ever telling you not to fight it. 'It' being whatever is wrong in your life and your friend just tells you to lie down and take it, don't rise up, don't fight against it because it has been and always will be. Don't even try to change it. Admit defeat before you've even ATTEMPTED. Before you've even TRIED. Can you imagine telling your children that? It hurt to hear, it was so hard to hear and to think that that is how so many people lived their lives because of FEAR. Fear of opposition. I say bring it on, because there is nothing worth living for that ain't worth dying for!