Monday, September 19, 2005

helluva good

Do you eat chips n dip? That snack is a staple from my youth. I'm not sure if it's because of my family (extended included) being addicted, or because of Bison (french onion) chip dip, which is native to Buffalo and so delectable that people that have had it ask the locals to ship it to them. (I know this from when I worked as a cashier, and people would place 15 containers on the belt and explain that they were sending it to Colorado because their daughter "really needed some.") Chips n dip were always at every party, a variety of different flavors. Bison is great dip. But I remember a brand called Helluva Good chip dip that always made me giggle when I saw it. That's brilliant advertising. And I like the word helluva because combining the words is an excuse for swearing. Just today, I told my sister on the phone that I was having a helluva day.

So much happened today that I don't know where to begin. I'll summarize by saying that, among other things: I had to get Li'l ~j. ready for school an hour earlier than usual so that she could begin reading tutoring at her school, to be held before school, and no one was there to tutor; I had approximately 20 minutes to get a sitter for Curly & Superstar so that I could go visiting teaching; Curly ran away from the sitter, so she was lost for awhile; no food for lunch, so I fed my children cheese slices and fruit snacks; finally made it to the post office, after trying to get there for a week, to discover that my wallet was at home.

If only one of these things had happened, it probably would have been a bad day. But I didn't have time to dwell, I was too busy. And so my day was great, all things considering.

I go walking at night with my sweet neighbor, who is one of my heroes. Tonight as we were talking about things, she told me about a barbeque she went to last Saturday at another neighbor's house. At that moment, she had given me the final piece to a puzzle: Saturday afternoon, li'l ~j. wanted to play at Nick's house (where bbq was being hosted, which I didn't know about at the time), but came back and was genuinely sad because Nick's mom told her to come back in a few hours. Li'l ~j. was confused because Jesslyn (walking neighbor's daughter) was over there, and why couldn't li'l ~j. play, too? Now I know it's because there was a barbeque that we weren't invited to.

Lots of potentially depressing things happened to me today that I was able to leap over and move away from, but I am sick about how much I long to fit in here, and mainly, be social. For the most part of the last 2&1/2 years I couldn't have cared less about fitting in. But I have a deep hunger to be social with the people around me, and I am hurt deeply that I am not invited to barbeques. I am talked to and smiled at at church and around the neighborhood, which is great. But I can count on one hand the number of times we've been invited to someone's house for ANYTHING (excluding when Jen & Waldo lived next door, because we just lived the law of consecration and shared everything with each other). We're not included in the barbeques. We're not asked to go 4-wheeling, or go to cabins, or anything. And it truly saddens me. What is it that people don't like about us? Do I seem mean? Snobby? What is it? If it's my kids, then I don't want you anyway. I know that li'l ~j.'s a handful - I LOVE that about her. Her spunk and drive will take her so far in life - I can't WAIT to hear her patriarchal blessing and find out more about her. And Curly...well, if you've ever had a problem with Curly, then you're just a tool. I know that we're busy, but who isn't? If someone were to invite us to go on a double date, it's possible that we wouldn't have time. But we don't even get the invites.

I know that we could initiate things, but it's not easy to do - where would I even start? We don't have a grill, or even a table big enough, or enough chairs, to invite anyone over. And I don't mean for this whole thing to sound like I'm feeling sorry for myself; that's why I said all that about how I can get over the bad stuff and not derail about not being invited to things. I just ache for neighborly, social friendship...

I wonder if people here eat chips n dip.

31 comments:

La Yen said...

Two comments--I have the best dip ever, from Penzeys. You need to go to Penzeys.com and buy their chip and dip seasoning. It is the best. If the juice fast had not completely screwed my system I would be eating chips and dip for breakfast.

Also, that neighborhood is full of tools. YOur across the street neighbors are tools. They are renobity tools. Quit trying to be their freinds, tbey are tools. Because you can't get it through your head, I have outlined a list of people that you can be friends with in the hood: Shelly. Ian. cabesh. Linda Ladel (Aloha.) Gause. Everyone else is a tool. The trick is to have a lot of fun and not invite the others over. No one cares about your table. Seriously. No one cares. I ate at that table every night and am still your friend. (though apparently not your BEST friend because you are swinging from cjane's nuts...) Repeat after me: "I seen my neighbors and they are tools."

La Yen said...

You can also have a secret feud.

~j. said...

I don't know this term "swinging from nuts", but I don't think it sounds very nice. And cjane is my newest best friend - you have not been replaced.

I don't want to have a secret feud. I just don't know what to say to my kids about the secret parties, and why they're (we're) not there.

I like all those people you mentioned. And I also like Partridge, Sister Griffindor, Joy, and Suzanne (Joy & Suzanne are new-ish). I'd like to hang out with heather k, too. I don't particularly care about those other two houses (especially the one), but it still hurts to not be included.

christopher clark said...

That's it! I know how you feel about this place, but I would really like to invite you to lunch at Arctic Circle. (But not just you and me, because that's awkward.)

~j. said...

thank you, Sir Chris. (I feel like I have to call you that because of the photo that always accompanies your comments -- that person is a "sir".) If you build it, I will come.

Although, if it's tomorrow or the following ten days, I won't be eating, I'll just be drinking my juice. I'll still go, though. However, if it's after the fast, I will...(*gulp*) try a number six. Yes, sir, I think I shall.

La Yen said...

Swinging from nuts is a throwback to freshman year and Melanee Phipps-nee-Hunt. It is what happens when you are in new-crush-love with someone/somethng. ie, Papo is swinging from Uncle Jeff's nuts. You could also say "Jenny and Cjane sitting in a tree. Kissing." But that would be good only of you were lesbinims from lesbia. This way, you get to say nuts. Everyone leaves happy.

La Yen said...

"There is an hour of peace and rest unmarred by attitude
Tis then before the tools I go
And have a secret Feud.
May my heart
Be turned to Feud
Because those girls are just so rude
If I died, they'd feel like Poo(ed)
And then wish they'd shared their food."

Tell Rae that you couldn't go over there because Jill has lice and you didn't want her to infect your family.

Joe said...

Hey there Jenn,

I'd invite you over for dinner tonight, but A: Maryland is an awefully long trip to make just for dinner, and 2: I have that whole "I work until 12:30AM" thing going on. Other than that you're welcome at our place anytime.

Speaking of sister, how is Little Nooner doing anyway?

c jane said...

Just for the record:
I have no nuts.
I am not a lesbian (that is my sister Stephanie).
I love chips n' dip.

Bek said...

Jen Galen,

Did you know Mel Hunt as a freshman in college or high school? I am trying to figure out the whole circle on how everyone knows each other. I was her roommate after my mission in 94-95. Grin!

Jen E, I have a big old e mail I am sending you about this topic. It struck a cord. :-)

La Yen said...

In college--were you her roommate with Cathy in the crappy apartment or with Jen in the nice apartment or in the really nice house where she lived in theless nice basement and she got peeped on and the police had to come?

Nuts is a metaphor. People! Is poetry dead?

AzĂșcar said...

Perfect timing. I have to throw a Pampered Chef party on the 29th and I need people to come. Since you aren't eating, that's perfect because then Jen can't remind you of her curse on The Pampered Chef. Don't buy anything, just come. As always, kids welcome, unless you want to ditch them.

Chelsea Strong said...

Jenny
we really should get together. Maia still talks about Rae. She doesn't forget anyone she's met. That point of the mountain is an invisible barrier that I hardly ever cross though. Utah county has way too much construction going on.

La Yen said...

Carina--I have the new ice cream sandwich maker. Freakin awesome. I have forgiven the PC for the dreadful poisoning.

jennifer said...

Jenny - I feel so bad that you are bothered by this situation. For the record, in 3 years I think we have been invited over to someone's house 1 time, for dessert, and it was someone on a totally different street. It used to bother me, but I realize that: a) a lot of people in our neighborhood know each other from high school and can't seem to get out of that rut, and b) it's not like I'm inviting them over, either. Anyway, I love being your neighbor, and we should organize our own BBQ's :)

Oh, and Rae may be a handful for her mother on a daily basis, but she has always been great around me. Emma plays really well with Nathan, and I love how Clara can fall asleep anywhere. You have a great family.

I love chips with french onion dip -- I make my own with sour cream and the Lipton french onion seasoning packets that are meant for roasts. Yum!

~j. said...

Thanks, Partridge. Rae's only a handful for her mother because she's so much like her mother.

And, by the way, if I had your grill and your table and chairs, I'd be inviting people over every night for chips & that lipton dip. ;)

Anonymous said...

I would really enjoy it if you, your 3 beautiful girls, and your hard working husband would join me and my family for a barbeque. It will be held next summer, somewhere in Provo.
Will you call me?
i thought we could reminisce about the good ol' days...

And, just for the record, I had to look up reminisce and I had NO idea it was spelled like that. I also want to know if you remember the day you asked me to spell torteeya?
-mo

~j. said...

I would be honored to attend that event. And, yes, I'll call you. And, yes, I remember asking you to spell something, but i think it was case-a-deeya. And I'm glad you have a blog. And I think you need to keep your baby away from boys because she's so pretty. And because her dad will try to wrestle them.

james said...

Nick's mom goes to college.

~j. said...

I know. Would it have killed her to have said, "C'mon in, Rae. Have a fruit roll-up."???

~j. said...

Chelsea - that would be so fun. Is Maia in preschool? What's your schedule like? Should we meet at the Scarecrow Festival?

Chelsea Strong said...

Maia still has 2 years before she goes to kindergarten, so no preschool, but I am doing a joy school with some moms in the neighborhood. We are free everyday except tuesday and wednesday. That Scarecrow festival was fun, we could do that or the corn maze.

La Yen said...

I would kill for the Scarecrow festival to be going on when we are in the Utah. Especially if Maia will be dancing. Please say that Maia will be dancing.

Chelsea Strong said...

Sadly no, the dance studio closed down. She is now performing in a murray community dance program for Christmas! The moms at this place are way more serious. One mom is copying the music so she can make her daughter practice between lessons. They're 4 years old, but they still have to do it perfectly! I'll have to check into the scarecrow festival times. I'm pretty sure it is in October???

beans said...

i like chips and dip. i don't like taking bison dip in a cooler to florida. it's embarrassing to go through airport security with a cooler FULL of dip. k. bye. oh, yeah, joe: little nooner is good. still in jamesvegas and loathing every minute. starting school next month and going to move to erie.

La Yen said...

I need a Brandi update--I have apparently missed out on all of the doings. Please oblige.

Verification--RDDSMUE. As in Rosalie DingDing Smue

beans said...

hi jen. i quit my job at the hospital and on october 17th i'm starting (or re-starting) massage therapy school. i'm going to be taking the hours i'm missing so that i can get my new york state license to practice. if you get your new york state license, you can go anywhere in the us to practice. i'm scared but excited. no boyfriends. how's gigi? -brandy... that's right... with a y.

~j. said...

Like the drink.

Monica said...

beans, you left out the part where your coming to Wisconsin for a visit. don't worry, I'll tell everyone.

beans said...

right... like the drink... wink wink... and you think it's MY fault... it was either brandy or colleen.

MOM said...

OK so it will just officially be Beans from now on ! You can legally change it. Jenny--- Next summer, (June I believe) you are officially invited to a BBQ--( over a campfire) at our campsite at McCormicks Creek. Bring your beautiful daughters and wonderful husband. I will bring Bison Dip. If it makes you feel better, I have never been invited to a BBQ by anyone on my street and I have lived here 28 years- you know since 3 days before you were born. Love you & your awesome family. MOM