j.m

 

growing up i always wanted the initials of “mj” instead of my own. I mean “jm” really. who shares “jm” with me? “mj” initial owners include the following:

michael jordan

michael jackson

michael johnson

mick jagger

you see. need I continue? you get it. wellllllllllllllllll. today Ive been trying to learn a song I heard on the radio the other day. I know. I am SOOO INTO pop mainstream music right now. it makes my mornings and afternoons. turns out that the artist of this song shares MY initials! ya! that’s right! lucky HIM. that’s how I see it now. “jm” are my initials! its me! here is a nasty attempt at the song. fun one.

so anyway. mair says I need to keep discovering who I am. who “jm” is deep down inside. I agree. tell you one thing! I am way happy. well, other than the doggie problems my family is facing right now at home which makes me sad. I am wayy happy.

we had a football game tonight. I was a little upset following the game. good thing yal were not here. it took me a while to cool off. but im here now! here and tired. so until next time.

salut

john

cant.hardly.wait

roly poly

 

so a bud says “I knew you couldn’t make it without a woman"

and here is the proof I presume.

there is something thrilling about fire. eeee. fire. rarrrrr.

there is also something thrilling about spooking yourself out for no reason at all. like psyching yourself out. fun.

so yesterday halls and I were a little fed up with civilization and their persistent ways in regards to being one with the nature. there were so many people in the mountains yesterday. we were trying to get as far as possible from human life so it took us a little while on our hike. along the trail we straight up enter a military base camp. yah. youre telling me. or something of that nature. tents everywhere. activity things set up. dinner tables. uhhh. port-a-potties. trucks. it was very eerie. a little spooky. an abandoned warzone sort of feel. I felt like I was playing one of dads computer war games. I guess the nice thing was that they had left ALL their supplies behind. mirrors. clocks. food. water. hand sanitizer. shovels. gasoline. firewood. etc. ha. so we had the option of camping really cushy but we left all of it. well. besides the hand sanitizer. they would of wanted us to take it. promise. we actually set up camp a few hundred yards south of their camp site almost fearing that some huge military group was going to run by our camp site through out the night or something. well, after setting up camp and eating dins and deserts I decided to try the toilet. the sun was completely down but I thought itd be okay without a flashlight. I grabbed the toilet paper we brought and hiked up to the port-a-potties. I arrived and there is still no life to be found at the camp site. whew. thank heavens for my belly. I jumped in one of the twelve. and as I am setting up I hear noise outside. I slowly and quietly lock the door and turn my phone light off. and it began. my mind went crazy. I feared that someone was just waiting for my exit. I feared they would kidnap me. adultnap. kidnap. ME. I didn’t want to leave. I stayed locked up for ever it seems. I finally gathered enough courage to finish up and head back to the camp site. don’t think I didn’t take my knife out ready for carnage as I stepped out the toilet. because I definitely did. I walked out and nothing. no one. whew. I hiked my towards halls and then I began to worry there. what if someone was just waiting for me to leave to come in on her. no. why did I leave. why? I began to run back and I took my knife back out. the whole time I am asking myself “why am I a such a scaredy cat”? I thought of all the ways I could manage to fend someone off. the holds. the grapples. the maneuvers. etc. I see the fire from a distant. no halls. but the closer and closer I get I seem to make a headlamp out. I slowed completely down. I didn’t want to scare anyone else. she actually had been thinking similarly and was ready to come rescue me. ha. oh man. what would’ve I done?

there is evil out there. there is also good out there. out here. where we stand. where we use a port-a-potty.

salut

john

no.need.to.speed.we.will.get.there

agua

 

so clear. so pure. so powerful. so beautiful.

the past is so reminiscent and can bring so much joy and laughter. maybe that is why we insist on posting older photos of ourselves on facebook or blogger when we are shouting out to someone in specific. hence, the photo here. 2005. ha. what. seven years ago. wow. what a year. and she was literally my link to a lot of what my world was then that year. just thinking back. wow.

well, now we are trying to be adults. and life has a way of keeping us on our toes. but here is another year towards the victory under our belts. we are going to make it.

salut

john

vacation.getaways

fuego

my fire.

keeps us warm. keeps us safe. keeps us going.

my father is the man. quite the man.

I want to be more like him. no fair. my sisters caught on early. they are so much like my father. I guess its easier to pick up on things when you are younger. I hit a quarter of a century about a month ago. I am not getting any younger. so I better get on it.

manhood. I know ive been chasing after you for some time now but I will again rededicate my efforts today. and everyday.

thanks father. thank you Father.

salut

john

men.sweat.and.that’s.okay

Uhh question..

How could you live in a city where there is.only 2G available on the mobile network?

How?

It's like being super athletically skilled but having no friends in your neighborhood that match up to your level. So instead when you choose to play football with a bunch of third graders. Like having the skill set to run at 4G speed but instead walking along at 2G speed.

Also. Dain Lloyd proclaims he can blog better than I can. I wonder?

Salut
John
Broke.back

spot me if you can

 

what? its just been a while. trying to clear my mind up a bit here. like on a dirt road with pricks and thorns everywhere so instead you wear mexican sandals that are just perfect for keeping twigs, rock, etc. out!

NOT.

salut

john

i.miss.playing.the.guitar

gimme gimme

 

brants sisters just whipped up some rice crispy treats. but get this. no marshmallows. instead they used peanut butter. and most of you know how I generally feel about peanut butter. just not the same.

but.

this one here. my new roomie in provo come late july. RIGHT? and that means an unlimited amount of these things with MARSHMALLOWS! yah that’s right!

suppppp!?

salut

john

blood.bank

zombie blood

salut john this.yes.this.was.good

t-rex

 

cade likes to call me t-rex. I feel like children are becoming more and more adult like these days.

a peak into an episode of his childhood diaries.

he comes storming into the house. I ask what was wrong. his pops and grandmother needed to get some things done inside so he had no one to push him. it was actually lunch time. I told him that he could “ask” if it would be alright if I went out and played with him. he was determined to obtain permission. I hear his stomp into the next room and I hear "john is going outside with me to go push me” I didn’t hear the response. but he hopelessly comes back into the room with his head down. I told him that he needed to ask instead of demand for permission. he was to stubborn to do so.

so I guess, he is still a kid. not an adult.

salut

john

kitty.glitter