since i'm on a roll...

Okay, I swear this is the last one for today. I just figure that while I'm on a roll I might as well post the pics that people have sent in. This next one is another one from Stan the man. Stan captured this JAZZY at McDonalds. Go figure.
HAhahaha...I donno if there are words for this one. This Jazzy..child? is...well, Jazzy. What with the high purple checked socks, purple sweats, tennis shoes, green t-shirt and white cardigan why wouldn't she go to McDonalds to get her air hockey on?

Here's an ode to the Mc Jr. Jazzy...hope your won your sweet game of table hockey.

okay, i can't resist another Wally World Jazzzzzzzy

Jazzy Jill...again. I guess my c0-blogger is dead or something...or maybe she has a life? Lets go with that.

As many of you have come to know, updating this blog is not something that happens very regularly. Well, I can't resist a double update today because this next Jazzy is just too sexy for her own good...plus I really wanna delete her outta my e-mail because I feel a little creep for having it.Thank you to Stan for capturing this Jazzy HOE when I saw her in Wal-Mart a couple months ago. Now, again. WHY is this happening? Everything about this Jazzy Grandma is...beyond words. But I'm gonna try. The boots: really??? The spandex leggings: WHO told you that looked cute?? The BMX sweatshirt: Really..do you know what that is??

Okay, overall this Jazzy Glam Gram is rockin' an outfit that I've never seen anyone else come close to...So here's an ode to her and her spandies. Lets hope she got some real pants for Christmas!

sometimes Wal-Mart is Jazzy Heaven...

...and by that I mean 99% of the time I go to Wally World, I see at least one Jazzy (since usually it's me). If you haven't guessed this is Jazzy Jill speaking. Although this pic is not my find, it's a gem. Thanks to Landon for sending this Jazzy Hoe into the blog...Sorry it took me a couple months to get her posted.Now lets begin with the boots. Since, as mentioned earlier, this picture was sent a couple of months ago and it's only December right now, I wonder why are you wearing boots my jazzy friend? I mean I wear flip-flops every day that it's not snowing so maybe I'm not the best judge of proper shoe attire, but really? Boots and no snow? And not only boots, but with a mini-dress? The mini-dress coat has got to go. Seriously. Or put on some pants...Or both. And don't even get me started on the double french braids you got goin' on, ya Jazzy Hoe.

So here's an ode to the mini-coat/dress, boot, braid girl...you know how to rock, so keep it up!

umm hey!

Dear Jazzy Hoe Fans,

Sorry we are the biggest slackers in the world. I know you crave these pictures and it must be hard waiting for us to post pictures.

Here are a few to tide you over until next year when I decide to post again.

Love,

Jazzy Jill

P.S. If you've sent me a pic and I haven't posted it...send it again to jdecker2000@gmail.com and I swear I'll do it. Pinky swear.

pleather is always a good idea...

Okay, it's Jazzy Jill again. I have a million pictures I need to post for your viewing pleasure so I figure the least I can do is a double update for the holidays. You're so welcome.

Moving right along, we have something so amazing that there are literally no words that come to mind except Pleather.
So here's an ode to this Jazzy Hoe who knows how to rock the Pleather one-piece jumpsuit. You go, girl!

*oh and on a completely unrelated to the pleather side note...there is a jazzy woman with a fanny pack in the background. This picture is pure classic Jazzy.

context makes a diff...

Okay, before we begin today, lets recall that being jazzy has something to do with context. For instance, if I wore a playboy bunny outfit to Wal-Mart in March it would be beyond Jazzy, but if I wore it for a Halloween party it might be a little less jazzy. Lets be real...that was a horrible example because I'm pretty sure I'd be jazzy to the max in a playboy bunny outfit no matter the situation.

ANYWAY, take into account that this next Jazzy Bro you're about to witness was in Las Vegas in a casino, which makes him a little less Jazzy than had he been in Cedar in the Mav or something.

Lets just get one thing straight though: Plaid and Tie Dye do NOT mesh well.

Point in case:
So here's an ode to the plaid/tye dye sexy beast of a man in Vegas.

What kind of Jazzy do I love the most?

Wanna know what the best kind of Jazzy Hoe includes? The kind that turn themselves in...

Meet Liz, everyone. For safety purposes, we'll call her Lish. Anyway, Lish sent me these pictures of herself and wanted to be on the blog; since I have yet to turn down a jazzy pic, how could I resist?

*please note: none of these pics were posed for..they are all "real Lish" and real Jazzy.

So here's an ode to you, Lish...a very jazztastic ode.

Wally World Jazzle Dazzle

A special thanks to Tiff for submitting this Jazzy..woman. Apparently it took Tiff a couple of weeks to get this shot, so lets all give her a shout-out and say thanks!

This jazzle dazzler is really working the red velvet jackets and the blue scrunchie really bring out her twist bun up-do. And of all places to be jazzed up? The toilet paper aisle at the freakin' Wal-Mart. Way to be!

Here's an ode to you scrunchie, velvet jacket, up-do wearin' jazzy's...

Thanks again, Tiff!

ohhh-ho-ho, look what we have here...

Okay, here we go. Jazzy Bro #128371 that came into the Depot today. We tried and tried to capture some good pictures, but this was the best we (Gage) could manage. We'll forgive him. For privacy purposes, and because I actually like this dude who comes to the depot to buy beer and cigs on the daily, I have blacked out his eyes. Yep, I know...good idea, huh?

Check him out though...seriously...Yep, you're seeing correctly. He's sporting HEAD phones, stunna shades, and a little coin bag; this is a daily occurrence. He's usually already a little tipsy, likes talking about the mountains, and rides his bike because he feels invigorated while doing so. Yeah, don't worry...we're pretty much BFF's.
*unrelated side note: today at the Depot, we witnessed something amazing. One of the regs that usually buys beer and cigs brought a BIRD in on his shoulder. The best part? He had bird poop all over his shirt. We couldn't help but laugh out loud at him; he acted surprised. Who doesn't take their pet bird named "Delberta" out in public??


So this is an ode to all my favorite Depot Jazzy Bro's...a very special ode...

gotta keep it clean, if you know what i mean

Okay, here's the thing. I wear sweats, basketball shorts, and all other nasty clothes known to man. I think most people look just fine wearing "gym" clothes or grunge clothes; I wear them everyday possible. Here are some ground rules for doing so:
1. lets make sure we wash them every couple weeks or so...
2. lets keep what should be covered, covered.
3. butt crack isn't sexy. ever.
4. showering is really rad.
5. lets wear a bra, thanks!

The following jazzy's were hard to capture because of their intensity. Due to complications, we could only catch them on their way out of the Depot. It was a mother-daughter duo and maaaaaaaaaaaannnnn were they Jazzed up. I can't even explain how hot they looked. Just check it out for yourselves:P.S. this was taken around 1pm on Friday afternoon...not 6am or anything like that. Yeah...and the mom said it was because they got drunk together the night before. And the daughter was maybe 17. I love Jazzy Hoes.

Here's an ode to you Depot Jazzy's. A very special, dirty, greasy ode.

woah there, killer...another J.B. (jazzy bro, duh)

HEY! Jazzy Jill here. This Jazzy Bro was caught by my friend, Gary. He was traveling down Midvalley road and happened to come across this spunky little guy. As if wearing overalls wasn't bad enough, right?!

Thanks to Gary for submitting this J.B.

Here's an ode to overalls, mopeds and ....whatever else he might be classified as....
Jazzy Bro for life!

Jazzy Mav

This individual made me sign a contract that I was to not disclose any information about her persona. This person came into my place of employment, and lets just say she is VERY familiar with the place as well. She was all sorts of jazzed up with nowhere to go! The woman, who shall remain nameless for i do not wish to have a breach in our contract came in with her son wearing this amazing outfit. NOW i would have been impressed with the green sweatpants and pink boots as is, but notice the discreat approach she took to emphasize her pink boots by pulling up the sweats. I thought they were snow boots at first but she quickly corrected me and informed me they were her slippers. Thanks for being such a good sport, nameless one.

AND here's an ode to you, the jazziest Mavy i know.

Yet ANOTHER 7HOE2 Jazz

Sometimes it pains me to tell people i grew up in the city of sin... and this can attribute to why...

Alright. if it wasnt bad enough that she is living fresh prince of bel air status, 90's style with her jean overalls (im guessing she did the thuggish ruggish thing too and had one side done up and one side undone) it pained me to gaze at the baby blue top with her nastyness baby blue bra sticking out. I gave her props for having a matching bra. This told me she was aware she could not get control of her cleavage and she tried to mesh the shirt and brazzire together... but in all honesty... get control. and burn the overalls.

Sidenote: the broad sitting across from her was wearing matching jean overalls. my inital thought: maybe they just went to wallmart and had photos taken together. gag

So here is an ode to you, The Olive Garden breadsteak lovin hoe.

Jazzy Granny

Helllllloooooo out there! I've received a few pictures and they are all super! I'll post one today and save the others for a later date. Please remember you can still send your Jazzy Hoe pictures to myself or Lindsey. Leave a comment if you need my e-mail address in order to submit your pictures.



The follow Jazzy picture was submitted by my friend, Stan G. He's got an eye for Jazzy Hoe's and captured this wonderful creature while he was on vacation in SLC.


Check out the purple jazzy! From purple jeans, purse, sweater, canvas shoes, and even necklace, this Jazzy Grandma tops it all off with a plastic bag on her head, courtesy of the janitors cart on the right. This grandma is clearly all jazzed up with no where to go! So hot.
Disclaimer: If you're one of the people that has to have matching everything when you go out, you might be the next Jazzy Hoe victim. Too much of a good thing is not always good. Lets not wear 12 different shades of the same color in one outfit, okay?

Thanks again to Stan the Man for sending this J.G. (jazzy granny) in!

Dear Fans:

Sorry we're a little slow on the uptake and haven't been posting anything rad lately. I'm not going to lie, I saw the Jazziest people EVER today and by the time I got my camera out, they were gone!!! So lame. Since this weekend is Halloween and everyone is jazzy on Halloween I probably won't be able to spot any legit jazzy's; this means no new jazzy posts for a while.

What would help us? We want you to send us your jazzy hoe pictures! It can be self-portraits, friends, or strangers. Send your pictures to Lindsey or myself and we'll be sure to post them. Plus, whoever sends us the jazziest picture will win something really awesome.

So here it is, our first Jazzy Hoe contest. Ready, set, go....

just another jazzy bro...

Hello there. Jill speaking. Today I've got a special treat for you. This Jazzy Bro was captured by yours truly about a year ago at Cold Stone in St. George.


I know Cold Stone is delicious and everything...but we should probably try and keep our shirts pulled down while drooling all over the display case. Oh and take notice that his shirt says, "no. you're not dreaming". ...Well by golly, I sure thought I was in heaven when I laid eyes upon you little boy!

So here's an ode to you pre-pubescent little boys...

Happy Birthday to the Jazziest Hoe I Know...

Hello everyone, Jill again. Just wanted to give a little shout out to my co-blogger, Lindsey, aka Princess Jazzmine.

She turns 24 tomorrow! Woot. Happy Birthday Jazzie!!

This next picture was Lindsey at her high school graduation:



As you can see, she just keeps gettin' jazzier and jazzier each year; that's why we love her!!

Anyway, here's an ode...an ode to the coolest Jazzy Hoe I know!

another jazzy bro...

Hey, Jill speaking... I guess just have an eye for the Jazzy Bro's but seriously... check it out!


I'm not going to lie, this one was all thanks to my baby sis Anne. We were driving past SUU and there he was! A gem in the eyes of a Jazzy lover for sure! What with the denim jacket, skinny jeans, white kicks, and to top it all off with a plether backpack that was meant for a 4-year-old. Mr. Denim with the fro, you're my new favorite Jazzy Bro!! xoxo

So here's an ode to pure denim outfits..and to Jazzy bros!

Another Jazz from the 702 (are you surprised?)

In all honestly, we the creators of the jazzy hoes blog... Jill and myself, did not capture this jazz. Im not sure about Jill... but i will have random friends text me pictures of Jazzies if they happen to cross one. This Jazz happened to be shopping in vegas and my sister sent me the text. Was she trying to bring the 80's back with the acid wash jazz? Or was she trying to copy my kindergarten teacher miss lippy, who rocked the golden tights? its up for debate i suppose. but REALLY... what are you doing vegas jazzie? I dont know your name so i shall call you Amber. Don't ask questions readers.... i was inspired to call her Amber and Amber she shall remain. SO all you jazzies out there who think its hot to wear leggings... with your ugs... and a black dress... NEWS FLASH. its not. you really ARE all jazzed up with nowhere to go. Please; get control. The fashion police must have been on their donut break when you walked out of the house this morning. SO here's an ode to you.... Jazzy of the 702.

first time for everything...

You thought it couldn't get any jazzier...well it just did...


I know that in the Jazzy Hoe description it said that most "Jazzy's" are female, and maybe that's true, but I think I found two pretty Jazzy Bro's today. 

This first Jazzy Bro was probably around 12 or 13 years old so maybe it's not his fault, but still...

He was rockin' the aviator, rainbow tinted shades, a silky spiderman polo, and his 100 ounce Mav mug. I asked him how he could drink all of that and he told me that it lasts for a few days- ice and all. Wow, who woulda thunk...

                                                                                                                                                       Okay, so this next Jazzy Bro was so incredible. The second he walked in the door I knew he'd make this blog. I mean, really...who even owns a Daffy Duck button-up, denim shirt? And then add the, "I'm totally out of control" and it's 100 times better! Not only was this Jazzy Bro jazzed up in his attire, he wrote a poem for me. He was a pretty witty little guy, so maybe I'll post the poem at a later date for everyone to read.                                                                 

So here's an ode to all you jazzy bro's out there...don't be shy! Shine on!

           

*special thanks to Anna for capturing the Jazzy bros on camera!

all jazzed up with nothing to do...

Okay, so we've all made some fashion mistakes in our life. I mean, lets be real, I wear basketball shorts, a nasty t-shirt and some flip-flops 88% of the time, so I'm not exactly a fashion guru or anything. However, there comes a point when just about anyone can point out a Jazzy blunder like this one. What we have here is a jazzed up hoe with nowhere to go except the Cedar freakin' City Wal-Mart to take her blood pressure at 10pm on a Friday night. Yep, I was there too (Not to take my blood pressure, I needed some tampons).

Regardless, this young lady was really rocking the "jazz" status with her Canyon View hoodie, plaid flannel skirt, and the sweat leggings.

Oh yeah, sorry about the poor quality of this photo, it was a little tricky trying to snag this picture without her jazzed up friends noticing...I'm pretty sure they figured it out--maybe they'll see themselves on this blog! If so, HI!

So here's an ode to the Wally World Jazzy's in flannel skirts! A really special ode...

if i had a penny for every jazzy that came to the depot...

This is for real. On Friday night I was just minding my own business, chillin' at the Depot and in come these caped jazzy's. I'm not sure what they were doing, but they were serious. Maybe there was a Harry Potter convention going on or maybe they just felt like getting jazzed up to go to the Depot. Regardless, I liked it.

So here's an ode to the jazzy hoes in capes...this one's for you.

A Jazz from the 80's.. in 2009.

First of all, i would like to thank technology. For if it

werent for the fabulous creation of the camera phone, i would not have been able to capture this miraculous Jazzyness. Whilst in vegas, i happen to be standing behind a jazzy. Now... it was a goal of mine to get a snapshot of some jazzy's for the blog. And yes, i could have taken a picture of someone on every corner i walked past... however its not everyday you see a jazz thats still stuck in the 80's. OK- sure. I heard the 80's were a bitchin time. I was an 80's baby. I dont remember much of the time... but i mean, REALLY? its been like almost 30 years since then... and you still have the acid wash jeans?? AND youre still rockin em... belly shirt and all?? hmm. Something tells me i didnt catch you on an off day Miss. Acid wash. Something tells me this is your daily attire. And maybe your just proud that you can still fit into the same pants you did 25 years ago- im not sure. Im trying to do you a favor and justify why you would wear such an outfit. However, if it werent for people like you, i wouldnt have anything to blog about. So i guess all in all, while i am critisizing you, im also thanking you for being so jazzy. Now you have opened my eyes to a whole other generation... era... of jazzy. and it is going to be my goal to try and spot a jazz who is stuck in the 70's and 90's. So Miss. Acid wash, i thank you.

An ode to the hoes. A SPECIAL ode to the ones stuck in another generation.

My Kindergarten Teacher...

Meet Miss Lippie


Coincidence that she's wearing gold jazzies in this picture?? I think not. Thank you for teaching me what not to wear at such a young age.




An ode to the hoes, the jazzy's that is...

What's a "Jazzy Hoe" you ask???!!

Jazzy hoe. What's a jazzy hoe you ask? The term Jazzy can be used to describe an array of people. It does not discriminate by race, gender, religion, or morals. The term can yes, be used to describe a person that YOU yourself, against your own discretion, would consider a jazzy. However i will outline what a jazzy, in general is. Overall, a Jazzy is 99% of the time used to describe a girl that is all Jazzed up with nowhere to go. For instance, a woman in walmart at 2 a.m. who has heavy blue eyeshadow on, dark lipstick, hoop earings big enough to fit your fist through, stiletto heels and fishnet stalkings, and a motley crue tshirt... that you can tell she got from being a groupie in the 80's. On the other hand, a jazzy can also be seen in a laungeri with her hair still in curlers and pink fuzzy slippers on. As mentioned before, it is to be used at your own discretion. And last but not least i would like to give you another mental picture of what a jazzy is, just so you can fully grasp the awesomenes of all that is jazzy. A teenage girl, who shows up at a walmart twilight release party wearing a drawn on mustache and sunglasses, but is trying not to be "seen." Now that you know what a Jazzy is, you may now fully appreciate this blog and the effort we have put forth to show you the Jazzy hoes of Iron and Washington County.