Eggnog for EVERYONE

i suppose it's a little bit lame that i haven't been here in 3 months...my bad.    it's all Myspace's fault.     Not that i really like it over xanga or anything.    sometimes myspace annoying or downright bothersome...but it's a paradise of musical possibilities,  it's my treasure of discovering new and cool bands.    That, and i have a ton more friends there than people i know on xanga,  many are duplicates also,  so the appeal of coming here as you can see is much much less.   

its no reflection on anyone who i used to hang out with here

Anyway,   it's Merry Christmas time!    I've been really jacked up recently,  because in the wake of all this ridiculous  "holiday tree"  political-correctness crap,     EVERYONE i've spoken to in public this season have all said Merry Christmas!     as if the terminology  really  matters,  because i'm sure the majority of those have no tho't of baby Jesus  associated with "Christ"mas, its just what you say.      But living in the progressive city of Toronto   (ie  the Social Experiment Capital of Canada, if not all North america)   its encouraging to see that not all is completely lost and that common sense still prevails in some places of this post-God-pleasing country.

Merry Christmas anyone out there!     I'm moving to Edmonton in 3 weeks so i'm pretty pumped about that.  It's time to move on and God has a huge year laid out before me, i'm really excited about the impending adventure and set of lessons to be learned.  That is about all for noteworthy news to pass out...hope you're all doing well.

Keep your stick on the ice

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i forget how to do this...?

yeah yeah,   i up and disappeared.   it's winter, ok?   and its Canada.    and that means lots of shoveling, hunting whales to get their blubber for the cold cold nights,  and it's takes that much longer to get to work and back by dog sled now that we can't drive our cars on the roads.    but i've been around.

just wanted to give a shout out to all the monday night football people who once again have a reason to work hard and drive like crazy to get home in time.   But don't get too excited about your respective teams, as the Steelers will inevitably run them into the astroturf all season long.  

i'm actually off work this whole week.  jobs are slowing down towards the fall, and then they'll pick up again in october like a wildfire for two months.   so the boss thot its better to take a whole week down, and consolidate all the possible jobs for next week instead of working half days and every other days all this week and next.   So i'm home, almost alone all day.   it's prodigious,  but i started to get lazy after the fourth extra hour of sleep-in time this morning and it's affected me all day now.   i feel like a lacksidasical (sp?) donkey...similar to how Eyore must have felt,  only regretably i don't have that deep of a voice,  or hair that is as manageable as his.

But hey!   i'll gladly take a week when i can get it...cuz God knows  (he really does-it's not cliche) that this summer has bordered on brutal.   a notch lower than the entire last year : P   

Am i complaining?   did that sound like complaining?      i tho't the  : P   would offset that impression and that's why i inserted it.    It's good for a man to work hard.   He's supposed to.   in fact,  its biblically expected, as we all are affected by the curse.    men specifically by the "ground"    which doesn't mean the ground ground,  or else the majority of us males are off the hook as we're not farmers.      I would suggest that the GROUND being cursed is whatever the man is attempting to conquer,  his means of gaining a living,  career/jobs, that kind of stuff.      .

...wait a minute.    I dig holes in the ground for a living.   does that make me double cursed??   it sure feels like it at some houses.   like when the pick won't even break the "soil".  

It's not September the 11th anymore.   but it used to be.    on behalf of all my likeminded canadian brothers and sisters,  i extend my remembrances and sympathy for north american kin across the border.    and let me add my personal version of the flippant "God Bless America" slogan,  which is:   America bless God!

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I love mexico.   i really miss being back there.   especially after yesterday.   you see,  in mexico the traffic lights are a little different than up here.    You still have the same green yellow and red colour scheme, and they go in the same order,   the only difference is that before the yellow light comes on,  the green will flash ten or fifteen times.    It's IMPOSSIBLE to get caught at that do-i-go-or-don't-i  moment, cuz you're given so much advance warning.   and you can anticipate how much time you have to get thru the intersection.  

maybe i just need to get more familiarized with my bike that i've only had for a week.   but i don't want to slide thru an major intersection EVER again,  cuz it's a very vulnerable feeling.   thankfully, there were no cars turning or whatever, and i almost made it.    

well, in reality,  i'm sure our canadian traffic lights are just fine.  they work for everyone else.   i think i just panicked.   and in my panic i tromped on the rear brake which made me slide, and i pulled the clutch too,  so i missed out on any help from the engine to slow me down.    so yeah,  i just need more practice in situations like that.

I sold my drums...and now i'm heartbroken.  almost.   they went for a good cause,  a plane ticket across canada so i can go stand beside my best buddy as he becomes one flesh with his new bride.   so i'm pretty pumped about that.   i'm sure it'll be my turn someday too.

well, i finally have pictures.    of me.   that aren't 5 years old.  

or that aren't lookalike soccer players,  heh!!

This isn't my bike, but i got to ride it ( a new promo bike) for the afternoon

God's water fresh out of the lake

My little sister,  she's pretty cool, and we dig each other.   At least, i'm pretty sure it's mutual, lol!

You see?   I was born to rock out!!!

Just because i'm a single canadian guy,  doesn't mean the only thing i can make is Kraft dinner.

My dad is my best friend.   And we tussle every now and then. 

Mexico Days

This is the biggest Catholic church in the country of Mexico.  You can't exactly tell from the pic, but it's monumentally HUGE!.    And sad.    You can see people crawling across the plaza, and inside they all file past the statues and pictures,  saying all their prayers over and over and over,  thinking that they are somehow earning their way into a relationship with God.   I haven't been into a Cath. church in canada yet,   but whenever i would go into them  back home,  it would feel creepy and scary.   Just a dark place of bondage and lies.     Anyway,  basically anything old in Mexico City will take your breath away,  and this whole place certainly did too.

I miss home.  I love Mexico.

And i love Ninja.   Ninja is my word, like you probably know.   I'm so glad they decided to put it on motorcycles.   

This is my family from Mexico.   well,  i have a lot of sisters...but they had all moved away when i was growing up.   That's me, mom, dad, and Red.    Yes, Red is a truck but he was certainly family.   The other members missing are Floppsy and Puddy,  my doggies.

This is my second family from Mexico.   I played goalie on this team and we kicked watusa...most of the time.    

I'm telling ya,  life is rough as an MK.

My name is Jon, and i...amm...CANADIAN!!

This is where i was born and reared until i was 11.   This is the canadian hq for the Missions org.  that my parents have served God for their entire married life.   

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Wow,  it's only been nearly two months since i last got on here.     Ok, my dad and i love fighting.    Not each other, silly!   although we do jokingly spar around every now and then, or do surprise re-enactments of Cato vs Clousea (sp?).    No, we dig watching it.   My dad has loved boxing forever and now that mma fights are on tv, obviously we're all over that.    So we were driving up north to a massive sports bar that has ninja-huge widescreens all over the place to see Hughs vs Gracie.   I totally forgot that the OILERS were playing....and we WON!!   whoo hoooo.   the place basically erupted,  nothing like being surrounded by ballistic Canadian hockey fans!

this is all beside the point.   on the drive up, we were getting some good Me and Dad time,  talking about old relationships, and things that happened in Mexico, and yada yada.   And i said, "Dad, yeah there was stuff from my highschool years that was unsavory to think about or stuff that kinda got weird and screwy.   But i'm to the point where it doesn't colour my thinking of growing up there, i dont have a burr under my saddle b/c of it,  because all i remember when i think back to Mexico days was the awesome stuff.    My parents, my truck, mountain biking, soccer, hangin out all day every day with my mexican bro's --  all those memories are home, i always felt safe and happy and that i "belonged" when i was doing the things i loved  with the people i loved."

So then Dad bursts out laughing and started to remember when Mexico was in the World Cup 4 years ago.   We had the AWESOMEST team that year,   watching them play was like dying and going to heaven,  almost didn't recognize them they were playing waay above their previous levels.   Anyway,  after the games,  i'd go dress up in my jersey and flag and sombrero and go run around celebrating in the streets like a crazy dude, all the cars honking and cheering and stuff as they drove by.    My dad says that being there so long away from Canada, and not being american,   it was like i actually tho't i was mexican.    So then Mexico played the US, and it went badly.    Of all the teams in the World Cup,  we had to play the US.   and of all the teams at the World Cup,  we had to LOSE to the US.    But i still wanted to go out on the street at 1 in the morning and hang out with all the soccer fans.   Well, obviously tonite they're really mad.   I had decided to take the car downtown to this big park/plaza deal where i heard everyone was.   Thank GOD i decided not to get out and walk there, but for some reason i decided to stay in the car and just drive around.   So i get down there and they're bristling and cops are there watching them and it's like they saw from a distance  my white skin (in the night) and they started throwing stuff and moving towards my car...so i kept er going.   Got to the lights, and then ALL the sudden, out of nowhere,  this pickup full of people, and a car, and another car all surround me, and they're bumping me and yelling and jeering and stuff.   Mind you, i've got my car decked out with all my mexico flags, yada yada.   But they're not buying it...maybe they tho't i was rubbing it in.   

So now i'm scared, cuz i'm a quiet, laidback 17 year old.   I'm not into racing, going fast or mixing it up with gangs like some of my other mk friends would be more than happy to do.  Anyway, we raced along the empty streets and they're still on me,  all around me.   Shove her into a lower gear, make a burst ahead....then they all rev it to catch up....and then i jack the brakes...they go whizzing past...and then i dart into a sidestreet and turn off the lights and wait...and my heart is pounding and i'm sweating and shaking a little.     remember, i'm a quiet kid totally not into confrontation.     and so i weave in and out of little sidestreets all the way across the city.     The next day, all my mexican buddies are incredulous that i would do that,  ALONE, and everyone gets a good laugh out of it.

and that's my story for today of growing up in Chihuahua.