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.