THE NETHERLANDS

As some of you know, I spent last week in The Netherlands. WHY???? Because my little brother, Chuck, lives there. He’s an incredibly talented dancer and dances with The Netherlands Dance Theater. WHAT? NDT, the MOST PRESTIGIOUS MODERN DANCE COMPANY IN THE WORLD? Well yes, that’s the one. And wow, I’m impressed you knew that. Chuck has a fabulous life. His apartment is adorable. Janae (my mom) and I helped him add a few finishing touches including this Christmas tree. Which we picked up at IKEA in the city of Delft. After a couple miles of walking and two different trains, we found church. It was SO foggy the first few days we spent in The Netherlands. It’s a little creepy at night. It may not look like it in this picture but Chuck’s stairs are crazy steep and made for people with tiny feet which makes absolutely no sense because everyone in The Netherlands is insanely tall. Seriously. They’re SO tall. I felt like a shortie. I tasted all of the finest junk food that The Netherlands had to offer. Stroopwafels are a popular treat. I like them ok. Fries are a big deal there too but mayonnaise is their condiment of choice. This is the theater where Chuck performs, rehearses and takes class in The Hague. We actually didn’t see him perform there though. We saw two of Chuck’s shows, one in Amsterdam and the other in a city near the German border called Enschede. We rode the bus with the company and on our way to Enschede, yours truly got sick and threw up. My mom...

I DID NOT SHOOT THE SHERIFF…OR THE DEPUTY

I traveled to Kirtland, Ohio last weekend with Allan to visit his parents. One of the highlights (besides the Mormon history and Amish country baked goods) was shooting my very first gun. My Victim. We had our work cut out for us. It scares me that people have to be reminded of this. We tried to take a picture of us smiling but when we smiled, the glasses made us look like we had even more of a unibrow than we do in these pictures. You don’t have to tell me I look awesome. I got him…right in the belly button. I always want to call Kirtland, Kirkland. Clearly my obsession with Costco is a problem. Love,...

JKJ’s Plates

I spent about 15 minutes too long thinking about what my line of plates would look like. You know, like when I’m super famous and I sell my own line of kitchen things at Macy’s. Ok, Walmart. No, K-Mart. The plates would picture a variety of my silly faces and say phrases like: Nice work, fattie. YOU ATE ALL OF THAT? Have seconds! The more you eat, the skinnier I look. Yes, I am silently judging you. No licking. FOOOOOOOD! So much for getting into those skinny jeans. Harassment! Did you even taste any of that? Watch your fork! Nice dinglehopper. And here is a quiz I found about The Little Mermaid while googling “What did the little mermaid call a fork?” (See bold word above)  I failed the quiz. I waste more time than you could possibly imagine. What would your plates say? Love,...

For those of you who went to BYU or who grew up in Provo and had a sister highly involved in the a capella scene (me)…

Vocal Point, BYU’s famed a capella group started way back in 1991, is kicking everybody’s trash on NBC’s reality show, The Sing-Off. This is their latest performance: The judges love ’em. They even love their wives! As cheesy as this music is (and it REALLY is), they are darn good. I’m glad to see them doing well, despite the nerdy chills I get watching a capella. (Maybe I’m just jealous because I can’t beat box.) The truth is, what I really want to know, Vocal Point, is what it’s like to spend all that time with Nick Lachey. Is it worth joining an a capella group to audition for The Sing-Off in order to finally mingle with one of my favorite ex-boy band members of all time??? (Besides you, Nick Carter, calm down.) Do you think you could get my 98 degrees poster signed? What does he smell like? How much do you think he loves his wife? (Too far?) Hook a sister up, Vocal Point! Love,...