Words to fill a void

Private Ghosts

I heard you cry out in the darkenss
And baby I wasnt surprised
You were beautiful when I met you
But with fear in those dark rimmed eyes

Does some private ghost haunt you in the still of the night?
Do past memories grab you or jump out to bite?
How long has it been since you've slept with that light?
And will you ever believe me when I say 'It's Alright'

I heard you cry out in the darkness
And baby I wasn't surprised
But there's no need for tears tonight
Cause I'm right here by your side



A few days ago, my bedroom - Jn

The 'animal' fair

I went to the animal fair,
The birds and the beasts were there,
The big baboon (J-dub) by the light of the moon
Was combing his auburn hair.
The monkey (Greg) bumped the skunk (Steve),
And sat on the elephant's (Shuff) trunk;
The elephant sneezed and fell to his knees,
And what became of the monk!
The monk!

Names assigned randomly because i wanted to except for J-dub because he DOES have auburn hair.

It was a good night and I got lemonade and a funnel cake and rode all the rides I wanted to and some of the rides I didnt. I screamed like a little girl more than once too, and just generally ended up feeling sick by the end of the night. I think thats the point of the fair anyways. I made the guys go with me to the petting zoo too. I asked the guy by the sheep why sheep dont shrink when it rains and he didnt know. I was VERY disapointed. Its worse than going to Chuck E. Cheese's and finding out his middle name is Entertainment. (How lame is that anyways) I didnt even get a stupid answer, I got no answer then he just sorta looked at me like i was retarded when he realized i was serious and tried to make up some cute please-the-kid answer. No thanks buddy you can keep your stupid sheep. I also got two 'compliments'. One I will keep, the other one not so much. Now I smell like fair and that in itself is making me sick. Time for bed. Now! -Jn

Pacing back and forth

The tree frogs sing in off-beat chorus
As the fire-flies twinkle dance
And sleeping songbirds snuggle closer
In nature's mid-summer romance



Somewhere in there include baby ducks dreaming but thats more cute than romantic and they were hard to hear over the treefrogs.

And I also have this problem of gathering my S's into piles even in stupid little stuff that I write at random. I bet you never noticed it before but now I will be ruined because you will see it in everything I write. Oh well. -Jn

A not so sunburned picture from the top of our little sunburned piece of paradise. It hints at the view (sans mountains) and showcases a pretty spectacular tree fence. (The idea is what shines- our tree fence leaves much to be desired including most of the trees and barbed wire) 

If only I could remember the name

These little guys are great. Real bright and kinda like bugs. They grow on vines all over our sunburned little piece of paradise. They used to use them for baby-doll eyes in Mexico (and presumably elsewhere) until the little girls started eating them and keeling over. Toxic little buggers too apparently.

This is for Dan and really only for Dan because of the Mexico trip way back when. By the way the word is black because they used electrical tape I am assuming when you could no longer read the white paint. You do what you can. . . 

Shoooooot!

I knew I was gonna have a lot of pictures to share with the masses whether they cared or not. I figured I would make it easier to stomach by posting them a few at a time and that would break it up a bit but I realized that even with little chunklets of words inbetween as captions it still all kinda flows together in one smooth mass. I don't know at this point whether I care. I am gonna post more pictures right now anyway. -Jn

Everyone and their mom owns a store. You just live in the back of your store. The thing that baffles me is how can anyone sell anything to another human being because they have the same things availible in their store.  

And if you want you can sell both pepsi and coke in the same cooler. This is a bus station and a 'pulperia' seperately but some places paint half red and white and half blue and white. Coke and Pepsi also fight for the priviledge of being the first sign you see with the name of the town printed on it. They even fight over towns that the state doesnt bother with. 

One does not find pelican skulls everyday and so they must be shared. . . or something like that.  

One very large red fish and a bag of smaller 'fresh' fish all caught by the 'negro feo' as he is lovingly called at thr gringo bar. More pictures to come when I get around to it. Someone just happens to think this one is particularly important. 

Three Hundred Miles Away

And before the morning comes
I am three hundred miles away
You promised not to leave me
I promised not to stay

You thought that you could hold me
But I get restless when things get ‘same’
And though I know you love me
I had to change pace anyway

I’m driving into the sunrise
Leaving the clouds behind
Never looking backwards
Seeking only why I find

I thought to leave a note
But then I thought again
There’s so much I want to say
That you wouldn’t understand

So maybe I’ll stop by
If I happen back this way
To let you know I still love you
Even though I slipped away

I’m running headlong into tomorrow
Chasing the new day
And all I’m really looking for
Is whatever comes my way

-Jn 06-20-05
San Pedro Sula Airport

once again a gringo

So we are stateside again, have been for at least 24 hours. I dont actually know. Yesterday was a long day. We might have been back 2 days but i think only one. Don't actually know. I dream in Spanish. I do a lot of things in Spanish. Including order breakfast in the states because the waitress gave us the wrong menus. I wont type here in spanish. Not tonight. I talk in my head faster than my fingers can type the unfamiliar words. Plus I can't spell worth a 5 centavo piece and spell check will just freak out on me. And I am tired. I would go to bed if I could remember how I intended to end this or really why I felt the need to write in the first place. I have pictures but I can't post them till I have a good connection again. I have words in organized interesting coherrant* fashion written in the magic book of words. I will share those when i get around to it. I turned my cell phone on today because i felt like i should do it because I was in the states and could use it but it was kind of a forced repatriation. I would have turned it back off but it took about 5 minutes for me to leave it in the house. So I am writing here. Wishing I was there. Damn for five more minutes in that ocean or a SalvoVida at the Gringo Bar. So expect mango trees and an old gringo and nastly little plants and big lizards and William Walker and poetry and whatever rambling musing probing thoughts come to mind before I patriate fully.


*It is something caguely like these three at any rate

Shark bait oo-ha-ha

Today we are being terribly efficient. At least it feels like we are. Judging from the fact that we are driving all over God's good creation and stopping at some places more than once I don't think thats true. We are busy though. Busy and efficient feel like the same thing. Sometime tonight (or maybe the wee hours of the morning depending on how efficient we really are) we are gonna start driving south. When we hit the water our car is either gonna turn into a plane or a boat (depending on who is driving- I prefer the submarine action, mom gets claustriphobic but she does like the standard jet-boat feature, Dad will choose the plane-he always does) Anyways we are gonna motivate our little selves over the water somehow and head to Honduras for a few days. For kicks and giggles and maybe something more important but all that matters to me at this moment is figuring out how I will be the driver when we fall off the Keys into the big blue wet thing and do I get to go snorkling? And if we make it back through the shark encrusted ocean* alive we may get the fine opportunity to swing hammers at a dock (and maybe some fish if we catch any). This is me excited. This is me pausing to be ineffient and unbusy to share. Cheers - Jn


* I know its infested right? But do you ever go to a restaurant and they have like something-encrusted salmon or ish-encrusted chicken? Does anyone really ever order that stuff? To me encrusted is not an appetizing word. Its like saying we are gonna stick a chicken in the ocean and wait for all the little barnacles and worms to attatch themselves to it then deep fry it and serve it up with a sweet honey sauce. No thanks. I will take my oysters on the halfshell and my chicken not crusted- unless of course it is a chicken-pot-pie. That is a different matter completely unrelated to the subject at hand and I'm not sure why you even brought it up.

The most exciting thing that happened all day!!! (I'm so excited I am stuttering but you can't tell cause I proof-read) 

Yay organic!

This is to strange not to post.

On and unrelated note-I am really tired

I spent last night sleeping in a sleeping bag in a tent with one of my very best friends and a dog to protect us. It just so happens we were also sleeping in a living room and the tent was made out of sheets propped up on chairs. (It was raining out and dark when we got back ok? we will pull the real tent out next time) We also spent a good deal of time at another really good friends icecream/burger place pretending we were helpful . It just makes me wonder though what do other people do when they get together after not seening each other for ages. More importantly what will we do in 10 or 20 years when we find time to visit.





(My kids are gonna be real confused when they stumble into the living room with sheets hanging everywhere.)

I think I like this one the best 

more porch 

These pictures were taken for Kt because the railing was painted for Kt because I looked at the railing and said that would be fun Kt would love it. If you are not Kt and you enjoy these pictures then that is just bonus for you and me both. If you don't have the 'vision' then just pretend I didnt post pictures of a half painted porch and you will be fine.