<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061187474376430029</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:03:29.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chronicles of Marc</title><subtitle type='html'>There may come a time when the hearts of men fail, but it is not this day!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marc Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034274547035056563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7rJYc4V_I/AAAAAAAAATg/g-Ujp0bIWH8/S220/100_0726.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061187474376430029.post-1942962348049132581</id><published>2009-06-30T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T10:23:03.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last few days... weeks...months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I know I'm terrible but now I have pictures so lets just say I was waiting for those. Anyway starting back from suessical, which was AMAZING! I was Horton as many of you know, and it was probably the most fun, and best show I've ever been a part of. These are just a few of the Many pictures taken by the talented Danielle Moss! It was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354253326416590130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/Sk4hCEaDtTI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ToYMWnX90hQ/s320/DSC_1613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lovely Bird Girls :Kelsey Jarvis, Anais Alvarado, and Jenny McCauley, aren't they colorful, and mean, they follow me around in the show, and narrate everything I do, but then they turnaround and make fun of me when everyone else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354253322806585346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/Sk4hB29XaAI/AAAAAAAAAVs/wMTh_N-9K0s/s320/DSC_2025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is Jeff Moss as the Grinch, and Calli Anderson as Max, we only had Max the last night but we thought it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354253320107537122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/Sk4hBs53MuI/AAAAAAAAAVk/H9d-2gG826Q/s320/DSC_2150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thats Adriene Dugger and myself, and Stones Grandchildren as the baby elephant-birds. Originally it was gonig to just be the one I was holding but on saturday they were suddenly passing me two babies! It was really fun and those babies totally stole the show. But it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354253308470936610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/Sk4hBBjexCI/AAAAAAAAAVc/tR-7vwdwlDY/s320/DSC_1846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is just kind of my favorite picture from the show, I like the stars in back of me, and it was one of my favorite songs to sing. It was just splendid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well then I guess the next big thing was Prom, if I'm not mistaken. I was privledged and honored, and quick enough to ask Michelle Cardon, but it was close let me tell you. She looked just like a princess. I mean really she did. It was so much fun, a great last hurrah for my senior year. Twas a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354259079153076850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/Sk4mQ7BUSnI/AAAAAAAAAV8/34TtsR7jVS4/s320/100_0966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then there is graduation, I'm not going to show a lot of pictures because it was raining and we were gross and&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; my dad told me to wear shorts and a T-Shirt and just be comfortable, and I did, and it was probably one of the most embarrassing moments of my life which I don't want to live on forever............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; But anyway here some of the choice photos, from Baccalaureate! I was dressed right and proper then, even if it was hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354261376277991778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/Sk4oWoek0WI/AAAAAAAAAWE/3BBHIjaZ23w/s320/100_0991.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is my little sister Kari, who is actually older then me. Luckily I get to work with her this summer and thats been a great joy and relief to me, a familiar face and all that. Its been great going to school with her, and I wish her good luck at BYU-I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354261383505172978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/Sk4oXDZq2fI/AAAAAAAAAWU/SE3Ng4fI1DI/s320/100_0993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Zach Carpenter, Arielle Bratton (congrats on getting baptized,) Jocelyn Curtis. These were my student council&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354261381343259890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/Sk4oW7WOrPI/AAAAAAAAAWM/lHkr2rEc5Cc/s320/100_0988.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and Vinnie Chavez, this boy is gonna be famous one day. He's already on the commercials for MPS at the movie theaters. Its been my pleasure to work with him these past three years, I'm gonna miss the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354261389603448178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/Sk4oXaHnJXI/AAAAAAAAAWc/nB74OqdEU2k/s320/100_0985.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its still kind of surreal in my mind, I can't quite imagine myself not in high school anymore, butI had a blast while I was there. Now I guess its time to move on. Right now I'm coaching swim team at Stapley Jr High, and earning money for my mission. Its a really great job. In the fall I'm gonig to CGCC, and planning to turn in my paper work in December so I can leave right arounds my birthday. I'm really excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061187474376430029-1942962348049132581?l=marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/1942962348049132581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061187474376430029&amp;postID=1942962348049132581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/1942962348049132581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/1942962348049132581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-few-days-weeksmonths.html' title='The last few days... weeks...months'/><author><name>Marc Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034274547035056563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7rJYc4V_I/AAAAAAAAATg/g-Ujp0bIWH8/S220/100_0726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/Sk4hCEaDtTI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ToYMWnX90hQ/s72-c/DSC_1613.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061187474376430029.post-4788237811946861013</id><published>2009-03-25T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:39:14.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I guess I'm an adult now... legally anyway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Like the title implies, I've turned 18. Now I'm "legal", and not just "legal" in the sense like when your sixteen and you can date, and drive. Well I guess I am legal in part of that sense. I can buy dry ice, and vote, and hold puppies in the mall. Now I'm supposed to start worrying about the future. It sounds so ominous " the FUTURE" Like this day begins the rest of your life. It's rather frightening to me, this idea of the easiest part of my life ending (technically that doesn't end until may 22, thats graduation.) But still I'm really starting to think about my college, and my mission and ...LIFE! I mean I always knew it was coming, but now its coming! I started to get a little nervous and have the "Peter Pan" Syndrome. The colossal desire to "always be a boy and have fun." Luckily I watched the disney version of Peter Pan (the new one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317324038731825138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/ScruCnRBf_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/C0-va5LMzsk/s320/peter+pan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the movie at the end Peter gives one line that gives resolution to the entire movie he says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" To live would be an awfully big adventure." And thats the truth. That line had never hit me that hard until a few days ago, so now looking ahead I'm excited for the road and the adventure ahead of me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061187474376430029-4788237811946861013?l=marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/4788237811946861013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061187474376430029&amp;postID=4788237811946861013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/4788237811946861013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/4788237811946861013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-i-guess-im-adult-now-legally-anyway.html' title='So I guess I&apos;m an adult now... legally anyway'/><author><name>Marc Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034274547035056563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7rJYc4V_I/AAAAAAAAATg/g-Ujp0bIWH8/S220/100_0726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/ScruCnRBf_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/C0-va5LMzsk/s72-c/peter+pan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061187474376430029.post-6015398020277169680</id><published>2009-01-16T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:08:21.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Made HORTON!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I did it I made Horton the Elephant in Mesa Highs production of Seussical the Musical. I'm really excited, we have an allstar cast lined up. Everyone really needs to come and see it. the show is April 14-18. Everyone needs to come and see the show! Hope to see you there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061187474376430029-6015398020277169680?l=marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/6015398020277169680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061187474376430029&amp;postID=6015398020277169680' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/6015398020277169680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/6015398020277169680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-made-horton.html' title='I Made HORTON!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Marc Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034274547035056563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7rJYc4V_I/AAAAAAAAATg/g-Ujp0bIWH8/S220/100_0726.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061187474376430029.post-4122000232518125775</id><published>2008-12-21T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T17:09:35.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Formal, and other lesser frivolities.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO as my title so accuretly denotes, Winter Formal was last weekend. It was BLAST. I went with the exceedingly, incredibly, awesomely beautiful (I'm pretty sure thats as many adverbs as I need. I'm also pretty sure those are adverbs but I have been wrong before.) Lyndsie Lynkerstorfer I'm sorry I haven't answered you yet its coming I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282412915313710658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7mjx41lkI/AAAAAAAAATE/BTmVASBIPp4/s320/hpim0266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282412926150160146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7mkaQcrxI/AAAAAAAAATM/cG9pQ4e7RFI/s320/hpim0269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I must say we make an attractive pair. It was a blast of the ages. I'm so glad that she asked me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So besides Winter Formal, I have also taken the ACT's. I've never felt so brain strained in my life, but on the upside, there were lots of posters on the walls about Peyote, so now I know what that is, and what it looks like. So that was a plus. haha. Oh yea and before school got out Mrs. Stones passed out the audition packets for Seussical the musical.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282414693452500034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7oLR-KTEI/AAAAAAAAATU/N3QJYSAe5kw/s320/seuss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited for this, its a show that I've wanted to do all my life, so that should be good. Auditions and callbacks are the first three days of school so that should be really interesting. Anyway thats my life, and I can;'t wait for Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061187474376430029-4122000232518125775?l=marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/4122000232518125775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061187474376430029&amp;postID=4122000232518125775' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/4122000232518125775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/4122000232518125775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-formal-and-other-lesser.html' title='Winter Formal, and other lesser frivolities.'/><author><name>Marc Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034274547035056563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7rJYc4V_I/AAAAAAAAATg/g-Ujp0bIWH8/S220/100_0726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7mjx41lkI/AAAAAAAAATE/BTmVASBIPp4/s72-c/hpim0266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061187474376430029.post-1249668030247136001</id><published>2008-11-01T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T16:49:53.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow Tons Of Fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So first I guess I'll start with Homecoming. Well one of my favoritest people in the worl was elected Homecoming queen. Yes It was Rebekah Ellingson. The game was pretty fun. We basically slaughtered Central and it was really fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263825853896449730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SQzduaUD3sI/AAAAAAAAASk/_kZE25vF7l8/s320/100_0714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the Homecoming dance was AMAZING! I got to take the beautiful Calli Anderson. It was so much fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263825867592751330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SQzdvNVg2OI/AAAAAAAAASs/hmeTd83oYiI/s320/100_0718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's lots of fun, we're in choir together, and in the same ward, and hopefully we both get to be in the musical together! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;K, what happened next oh! The regional swim meet! So last thursday in preparation for the swim meet we had our traditional shaving /pasta party, Where, you guessed it, eat pasta and shave ourselves. I don't know what I was thinking but I got the bright idea that I would shave my armpits. I don't think my stupidity could have reached this low. Its very uncomfortable. But I dropped tons of time the last two days so you know what ever. If I go to state I'm not reshaving them though. Just the rest. Ok I guess that those who know have been waiting for this. Robin Hood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266823676918793186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SReEOrVcg-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/tALOjMaId3I/s320/100_0737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;IN TIGHTS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266823678712635154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SReEOyBIXxI/AAAAAAAAAS8/zYO9RZuncOc/s320/100_0742.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and for the next installation you get to meet my chickens!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061187474376430029-1249668030247136001?l=marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/1249668030247136001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061187474376430029&amp;postID=1249668030247136001' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/1249668030247136001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/1249668030247136001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow-tons-of-fun.html' title='Wow Tons Of Fun.'/><author><name>Marc Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034274547035056563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7rJYc4V_I/AAAAAAAAATg/g-Ujp0bIWH8/S220/100_0726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SQzduaUD3sI/AAAAAAAAASk/_kZE25vF7l8/s72-c/100_0714.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061187474376430029.post-6089406925730757262</id><published>2008-10-11T17:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T17:16:33.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She said Yes</title><content type='html'>So the other day I decided to ask Calli Anderson to the homecoming dance. I got her a stuffed animal dog, wrote the letters of my name on dog biscuts and wrote a sign that says "I'd be happy as a puppy if you went to Homecoming with me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days went by and though I knew she'd gotten the message I'd still not recieved a sure answer. I even dropped some subtle hints about it at the football game last night such as "Hey, I don't know if I'm going to homecoming because I haven't got an answer yet." And other such discreet comments. Well I must say Calli outdid herself on the answer. I'm still trying to contemplate how she accomplished this great feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had trouble trying to get this picture, you might be able to read it, please notice the remarkable legibility, for if you don't know Zane I must tell you he never stops moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256053521154456866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SPFA1GjaPSI/AAAAAAAAASM/JFiyNat8z4w/s320/100_0664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alisa bless her heart is trying to help me as much as she can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256053532903611634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SPFA1yUoHPI/AAAAAAAAASU/eO1IRW9mfhM/s320/100_0665.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally SUCCESS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256053537420606834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SPFA2DJj_XI/AAAAAAAAASc/fK-lnyz5sBU/s320/100_0666.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly impressed that Calli got that on Zane, and really really excited to go to the dance with her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061187474376430029-6089406925730757262?l=marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/6089406925730757262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061187474376430029&amp;postID=6089406925730757262' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/6089406925730757262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/6089406925730757262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/10/she-said-yes.html' title='She said Yes'/><author><name>Marc Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034274547035056563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7rJYc4V_I/AAAAAAAAATg/g-Ujp0bIWH8/S220/100_0726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SPFA1GjaPSI/AAAAAAAAASM/JFiyNat8z4w/s72-c/100_0664.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061187474376430029.post-7041656106014500913</id><published>2008-09-15T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:21:23.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SM9BebDZ66I/AAAAAAAAASE/HGuvnTipjxs/s1600-h/DSC02237_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246484081823837090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SM9BebDZ66I/AAAAAAAAASE/HGuvnTipjxs/s320/DSC02237_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as those who have seen/heard, saturday was the night of the all powerful man night! Not so powerful because of certain interruptions of the female variety which resulted in hormonal rages which indirectly rendered Schnepfy injured. Anyway long story ask me later. Anyway the female interruption was that we decided to grace Maddi's birthday by our presence. Yet what better way could we have accomplished this then by arming ourselves with large swords, knives, machetes...etc..etc. I think we even had a bolt action rifle(fake) and a tribal staff(real). Needless to say our little parade was not allowed to pass through the entire threshold that is the Moffats house. Yet Sister Moffat could not pass up the opprotunity of taking a manly picture for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061187474376430029-7041656106014500913?l=marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/7041656106014500913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061187474376430029&amp;postID=7041656106014500913' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/7041656106014500913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/7041656106014500913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/09/man-night.html' title='Man Night'/><author><name>Marc Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034274547035056563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7rJYc4V_I/AAAAAAAAATg/g-Ujp0bIWH8/S220/100_0726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SM9BebDZ66I/AAAAAAAAASE/HGuvnTipjxs/s72-c/DSC02237_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061187474376430029.post-9164971181020521371</id><published>2008-08-19T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:45:28.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mem-O-Ry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SKt3Caq-o1I/AAAAAAAAAR8/eje-7_lVnfc/s1600-h/100_0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236409875151364946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SKt3Caq-o1I/AAAAAAAAAR8/eje-7_lVnfc/s320/100_0078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the directions:1. As a comment on my blog, leave one or several memories that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you know me a little or a lot, anything you remember!&lt;br /&gt;2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.So let's have it! Don't be shy! What do you remember? Anything funny, embarrassing, ridiculous, serious, silly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061187474376430029-9164971181020521371?l=marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/9164971181020521371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061187474376430029&amp;postID=9164971181020521371' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/9164971181020521371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/9164971181020521371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/08/mem-o-ry.html' title='Mem-O-Ry'/><author><name>Marc Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034274547035056563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7rJYc4V_I/AAAAAAAAATg/g-Ujp0bIWH8/S220/100_0726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SKt3Caq-o1I/AAAAAAAAAR8/eje-7_lVnfc/s72-c/100_0078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061187474376430029.post-4259974963647951140</id><published>2008-08-09T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:33:28.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Throw yourself down, and rid us of your stupidity!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well gandalf, I did throw myself down, but I ain't rid anybody of my stupidity. Ok, so last night me and brad went party hopping. Just kidding it was only two parties. Anyway, I was at Marilee's party, and just having a good time. See for the dance festival the lady asked if anybody could do a back flip. Now I've gotten pretty good at my dives during lifeguarding. But diving is different then gymnastics, plus you can't jump as high. Anyway I started out with spotters, then had them back off, and well, this is what resulted.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232741926435023954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SJ5vDs5z7FI/AAAAAAAAANs/F_8aYfbxqm8/s320/100_0635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232741928640093810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SJ5vD1HinnI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wyMNhxZA_A4/s320/100_0638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232741937422715458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SJ5vEV1eykI/AAAAAAAAAN8/DwnL2L6LP2Y/s320/100_0640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232741944372876290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SJ5vEvuh1AI/AAAAAAAAAOE/oT3qIuxwFcg/s320/100_0642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232741948410375298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SJ5vE-xJLII/AAAAAAAAAOM/NVWCSIUN86s/s320/100_0643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Now I have pretty bruises and knuckles that look like elephantitus?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061187474376430029-4259974963647951140?l=marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/4259974963647951140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061187474376430029&amp;postID=4259974963647951140' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/4259974963647951140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/4259974963647951140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/08/throw-yourself-down-and-rid-us-of-your.html' title='Throw yourself down, and rid us of your stupidity!'/><author><name>Marc Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034274547035056563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7rJYc4V_I/AAAAAAAAATg/g-Ujp0bIWH8/S220/100_0726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SJ5vDs5z7FI/AAAAAAAAANs/F_8aYfbxqm8/s72-c/100_0635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061187474376430029.post-8870652876761828631</id><published>2008-08-03T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:39:49.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lockett Meadow!</title><content type='html'>So I just went up to one of the most beautiful spots in all of Arizona. Its called Lockett meadow. Its just outside of Flagstaff, and its so amazing with its pine trees and aspens. Oh so perky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230523041222397506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SJaM_lWOjkI/AAAAAAAAANc/TJaqh05UY30/s320/100_0598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea so anyway, we went up there to spend time with my family. My cousins Austin, Ashley, and Chantel were there with their parents, and my Uncle Keith and his daughter Danni came up to, along with Jenny and Brent. Anyway, thats all good and nice, but what really happened that was exciting was that we met a witch up there. She was really nasty. Anyway, one thing led to another and well, she turned me into a newt, or more specifically a mud puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230523051522471922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SJaNALt9N_I/AAAAAAAAANk/-yoA6hyJVEw/s320/100_0582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well life was hard, we couldn't really figure out what to do since the witch fled when my dad waved a stick of fire at her, as we all know witches are most flammable. Anyway, I got a little claustrophobic in the cup, so I had my brother put me in the pond where there were many mud puppy friends for me to play with. Anyway, as long as we were still figuring out how to change me back I might as well take full advantage of being able to swin under water without coming up for air, us swimmers long for these chances! Anyway it was pretty fun. I've never really been in a pond like that before without worrying about getting totally dirty. But after a while we realized that witch wasn't finished. She talked to a snake, and convinced him to come and hunt me. So as I was minding my own business out of nowhere this water snake witch looks like its an anaconda when its that size comes out of nowhere and... and...... well I guess I better just show you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-26a1e734d0d035e3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D26a1e734d0d035e3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331676862%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A06BE1C3DC8587350438DD9582A144A3753159F.56948563C74106FC1619C42BC939282228D72F7A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D26a1e734d0d035e3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFBEUzxLq1vyVRX0dDezdPfFPzug&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D26a1e734d0d035e3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331676862%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A06BE1C3DC8587350438DD9582A144A3753159F.56948563C74106FC1619C42BC939282228D72F7A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D26a1e734d0d035e3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFBEUzxLq1vyVRX0dDezdPfFPzug&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well the end was to graphic that they stopped filming it. What happened is that mud puppies are actually baby dragons. So as soon as I discovered this I began to breathe hot air into the snake, and he grew and grew until he popped. haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually, there was no witch but it makes a great story. But there were lots of mud puppies. Through patience and quick hands seth caught the one in the cup. He caught it in his hand and we put it in my bandana. It was really cool. The video is not of our little friend. He is one of his cousins. Our friend, so far as we know, still lives. He was christened Nester!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061187474376430029-8870652876761828631?l=marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=26a1e734d0d035e3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/8870652876761828631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061187474376430029&amp;postID=8870652876761828631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/8870652876761828631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/8870652876761828631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/08/lockett-meadow.html' title='Lockett Meadow!'/><author><name>Marc Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034274547035056563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7rJYc4V_I/AAAAAAAAATg/g-Ujp0bIWH8/S220/100_0726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SJaM_lWOjkI/AAAAAAAAANc/TJaqh05UY30/s72-c/100_0598.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061187474376430029.post-8782124048174086047</id><published>2008-07-15T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T11:04:08.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As summer nears end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wow... its almost over, the last summer of my high school career, this is the last summer I'm gonna be a kid. haha. Depressing, exciting, scary, amazing.........ahhhhhh. Don't get me wrong i look forward to furthering my education, going on my mission, getting married and all that, but it is nice to be a kid sometimes. haha. Well this summer has done me a lot of good! I was able to make and save much mula for the mission, which will be great! I also obtained my driver's license. I have discovered a lot about myself! And now I have the sudden desire to yell "WALK PLEASE!" To any child who starts to even jog. haha. I didn't exactly have the quest I wanted, but hey, I didn't really have time to forge a sword and find a motorcycle. Those who know understand, those who don't, are probably giving the computer screen a weird look. Alas I only wsh I could explain, haha. I did learn that according to American standards I am literate, a fact that I am extremely pleased with. (If you want to know check out Maddi's blog and it has the whole deal.) Oh and I also started writing a book, many of you may know of this ambition of mine, and finally i'm really trying to bring it to fruition. You see that picture at the top of my blog? Well it had a lot to do with the inspiration of the story, Plus I just really like that picture. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well as long as I'm at it I'll just write about LGO (Lifeguard Olympics) and the funny thing that happened that morning but I'm waiting till I get pictures of that! Anyway LGO was great! So for the synchro routine (each pool has to do a synchro routined.) Anyway so we went and the girls decided that they weren't going to knox their hair but since I was the only guy doing the routine, yea all te otherguys were doing something else or weren't man enough to do it, anyway the girls decided I was going to knox my hair, and the result is...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225277626439304082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SIPqUQi2A5I/AAAAAAAAALQ/OrxIhxU3OiQ/s320/100_0525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and in the famous words of my famous robot friend WALL-E: "TA-DA!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yea dangerous, anyway first we had the rescue tube relay, it was really fun except some teams were a little intense as in their entire team had on fast skins! Anyway here was our team :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEES!!!!! MATT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225280000952136002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SIPseeS0cUI/AAAAAAAAALY/ctnDAWW51R8/s320/100_0528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225280007114891186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SIPse1QIn7I/AAAAAAAAALg/MBY7_yTfyT0/s320/100_0529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;EMILY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225280018482341282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SIPsffmWJaI/AAAAAAAAALo/1dsJeQyqxj0/s320/100_0530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;AAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNDDD NOLAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225280019379171730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SIPsfi8KsZI/AAAAAAAAALw/GKdhXpvunnc/s320/100_0531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was pretty awesome......... even though we didn't win, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway then we started the synchro......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;WE ARE JAMAICA AND WE GOTTA BOBSLED TEAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225300598734048610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SIP_NbAtzWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/S3mF6awuALk/s320/100_0539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225300606257679698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SIP_N3CfTVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ZrVwli2tdVg/s320/100_0540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225300616011873554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SIP_ObYEfRI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wJ_-NGP1Klk/s320/100_0544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry the pictures are dark, but it was really fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yea I got to work with some really cool people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marilee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225305078920500066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SIQDSNAZ02I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/JcNzwH2t4ac/s320/100_0526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kelly, Natalee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225305082466034962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SIQDSaNuZRI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Dtn190B4AFs/s320/100_0535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brandon, Tori, Erin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225305090374809922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SIQDS3rUuUI/AAAAAAAAAMg/fsJx0smatkc/s320/100_0536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kelly, Marilee, Natalee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225305092633785538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SIQDTAF59MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/M3-vi1F-fJk/s320/100_0558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also got to meet up with my good buddiesfrom LGT and WSI (classes we have to take to become lifeguards and swim instructors.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225309904334561346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SIQHrFExIEI/AAAAAAAAAMw/x7aFxN8u4ZE/s320/100_0559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my good buddy Shaney Lords, I knew that we would probably be friends forever after she grabbed my armpit hair, haha! That sounds really weird but there was a simple explanaiton, she's really shortI'm bending down a lot in that picture, anyway we were practicing rescues and we were working together and she couldn't quite reach around my body so thats where her hand fell! haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225309914689652562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SIQHrrpnR1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/kx64PrFI3PY/s320/100_0560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Lauren Pulsipher, I met her the same time I met Shaney, Lauren is an amazing synchro swimmer, she was alsoa good pal!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225309919301762130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SIQHr81OfFI/AAAAAAAAANA/xBzzPgKhnlo/s320/100_0561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225309923630491458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SIQHsM9Rp0I/AAAAAAAAANI/BJhH4c3eoVI/s320/100_0564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway and so winds down the summer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061187474376430029-8782124048174086047?l=marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/8782124048174086047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061187474376430029&amp;postID=8782124048174086047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/8782124048174086047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/8782124048174086047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-summer-nears-end.html' title='As summer nears end.'/><author><name>Marc Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034274547035056563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7rJYc4V_I/AAAAAAAAATg/g-Ujp0bIWH8/S220/100_0726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SIPqUQi2A5I/AAAAAAAAALQ/OrxIhxU3OiQ/s72-c/100_0525.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061187474376430029.post-7963208374418572648</id><published>2008-07-10T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:02:03.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally....</title><content type='html'>It finally happened. Yea I didn't believe it either, took me long enough huh. Yea it wasn't easy though, it took me to the last second to finally achieve it. What am I talking about, the power to save the world? the greatest treasure known to man? No, I'm talking about my driver's license. Oh yea, I finally got it. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221584348736840946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SHbLTM8y5PI/AAAAAAAAALI/11-edy8n_JQ/s320/100_0520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yea wondering about that scruff on my face? Well I'm reading a book about Robin Hood, Its called "Hood" and its by a guy named Stephen R. Lawhead (I highly recommend it!) Anyway, I decided that I'm gonna be Robin Hood, or Bran as he is called right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061187474376430029-7963208374418572648?l=marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/7963208374418572648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061187474376430029&amp;postID=7963208374418572648' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/7963208374418572648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/7963208374418572648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally.html' title='Finally....'/><author><name>Marc Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034274547035056563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7rJYc4V_I/AAAAAAAAATg/g-Ujp0bIWH8/S220/100_0726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SHbLTM8y5PI/AAAAAAAAALI/11-edy8n_JQ/s72-c/100_0520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061187474376430029.post-9193243702601644331</id><published>2008-06-28T16:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T16:23:51.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Pics are like Chiropractics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I went and got my senior pics today. Man you wouldn't believe it some people bring like 15 changes of clothes and then I saw a kid who wasn't even wearing formal atire... that was kinda funny. Anyway they call me in and I go sit on the stool thinking "Great! I'll get in and out in like 10 minutes max. Right?" WRONG. First the lady sits me down and puts this velvet desk under me and tells me to put one fist under my chin. To which I thought "You gotta be kidding me! That pose never looks good on a guy, girls its fine, guys not so much." But she took them anyway. The it proceeded with the "Yearbook shot." This is where it gets like going to the chiropracter. They chiropracter goes and starts pushing places in your back and spine and first it hurts but then you feel better. Well in photo shoots they tell you, bend this way put that shoulder down and tilt your head this way... down... twist... tilt... up ...arm left.... right. Ughh I wouldn't be surpirsed if they started speaking in yoga positions. I was beginning to think, how can this even look normal or good. I feel like I'm hanging off a cliff! But surprisingly the pictures don't look to bad... which is saying something because I'm not a guy you associate with the word "photogenic." You can't tell me to say cheese and have the picture turn out that good. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217076498995208434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SGbHb0Cl4PI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6QpsRlL7OYw/s320/100_0516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The lady was a fan of my smirk, when she found out how bad my full smile was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217076502524843730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SGbHcBMH1tI/AAAAAAAAAKo/LPYaGaH6CnM/s320/100_0517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This one is going on my secret agent photo ID!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061187474376430029-9193243702601644331?l=marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/9193243702601644331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061187474376430029&amp;postID=9193243702601644331' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/9193243702601644331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/9193243702601644331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/06/senior-pics-are-like-chiropractics.html' title='Senior Pics are like Chiropractics'/><author><name>Marc Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034274547035056563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7rJYc4V_I/AAAAAAAAATg/g-Ujp0bIWH8/S220/100_0726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SGbHb0Cl4PI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6QpsRlL7OYw/s72-c/100_0516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061187474376430029.post-249435117166674622</id><published>2008-06-15T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T15:17:44.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings I love weddings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was Jenny's big day yesterday! She was married to Brent Hill. It was so exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212324346190440530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SFXlYHTNKFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/j2h3XZ_xY3Y/s320/100_0436_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jen and Brent like to kiss... a lot!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212324368226302002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SFXlZZY9uDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-pQTw3dJS5g/s320/100_0437_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;a lot, a lot........... But thats a positive sign!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212599246294255138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SFbfZZ_WhiI/AAAAAAAAAJM/FhLHtW_ZIjE/s320/100_0474_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jenny prepares to throw the bouquet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212599267597757522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SFbfapWgLFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/AfQUvG-AbIM/s320/100_0476.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well little Shelby Taylor got it, so it looks like there is going to be a slight famine of marraiges for the time being. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212603548776428898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SFbjT1_CdWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/eHHvgyiySec/s320/100_0467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Explaination as to why the groom is bending over. Brent is really tall! so yea, work the rest out yourself. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212324393427391890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SFXla3RX1ZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/2YJF_g3zFCg/s320/100_0465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212599284703382546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SFbfbpEzTBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/fhF0urP0Fao/s320/100_0482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brent's bro John got the garter, he was really excited about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212599996925842626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SFbgFGT3lMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/l56C8ZNJLnE/s320/100_0493_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think my dad was a little sad, this was his first daughter to really go. So he hugged my sister for a long time.... haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212599989878413234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SFbgEsDoV7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/2Z0yZaWySqc/s320/100_0489_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was lovely, lovely day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061187474376430029-249435117166674622?l=marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/249435117166674622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061187474376430029&amp;postID=249435117166674622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/249435117166674622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/249435117166674622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/06/weddings-i-love-weddings.html' title='Weddings I love weddings'/><author><name>Marc Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034274547035056563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7rJYc4V_I/AAAAAAAAATg/g-Ujp0bIWH8/S220/100_0726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SFXlYHTNKFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/j2h3XZ_xY3Y/s72-c/100_0436_00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061187474376430029.post-1153439013251388605</id><published>2008-06-09T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T08:39:59.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings I LOVE weddings, drinks all around</title><content type='html'>Yes thats right, my family is having another wedding! My beautiful lovely favoritest older sister is getting married, to the exceedingly tall Brent Hill Next saturday, in the Mesa Arizona temple for time and all eternity! Brent is a nice guy and makes my sister so happy, so its gonna be fun! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209906427119303154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SE1OSs14efI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PGFrsTT4IAs/s320/NYE2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061187474376430029-1153439013251388605?l=marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/1153439013251388605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061187474376430029&amp;postID=1153439013251388605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/1153439013251388605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/1153439013251388605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/06/weddings-i-love-weddings-drinks-all.html' title='Weddings I LOVE weddings, drinks all around'/><author><name>Marc Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034274547035056563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7rJYc4V_I/AAAAAAAAATg/g-Ujp0bIWH8/S220/100_0726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SE1OSs14efI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PGFrsTT4IAs/s72-c/NYE2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061187474376430029.post-1488785782186155835</id><published>2008-06-02T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T14:44:55.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruffles have Ridges</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my mom took on the daunting task of giving our poor shaggy dog Zane a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207398543886609074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SERlYrw_arI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_ZB7993Xg1w/s320/HPIM1149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207398550250727874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SERlZDeUKcI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Al1jdxqZrWA/s320/HPIM1095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know he's a beautiful doggy right? But yea, its hard to shave a dog who really doesn't want to hold still. So uhh.....here he is now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207402204998596674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SERotyeG-EI/AAAAAAAAAII/yEzWncx6kxE/s320/100_0434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207402177489487938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SERosL_bSEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/z5naLA2PPOI/s320/100_0429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207402169875379570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SERorvoFNXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Ik6HWZcResc/s320/100_0425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a good thing he isn't vain, or I wouldn't be able to take him on walks anymore! As you may notice he has several ridges where the shaver comb was, so now we have opted to call him, Ruffles, because ruffles have ridges!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061187474376430029-1488785782186155835?l=marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/1488785782186155835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061187474376430029&amp;postID=1488785782186155835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/1488785782186155835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/1488785782186155835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/06/ruffles-have-ridges.html' title='Ruffles have Ridges'/><author><name>Marc Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034274547035056563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7rJYc4V_I/AAAAAAAAATg/g-Ujp0bIWH8/S220/100_0726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SERlYrw_arI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_ZB7993Xg1w/s72-c/HPIM1149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061187474376430029.post-6132680104758439245</id><published>2008-05-28T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T19:58:43.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer! (a personal insight on the emotional reflections of marc)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow thats a long title. So I hope to make this post live up to what the title implies. Well the first has to deal with the song that you may be listening to right now, unless you figured out that you can change that. But if you are listening to what I have endearlingly placed first then you will completely understand what this about. Not that this is a depressing thing, but it in this last summer of my high school career, I gotta go my own way in somethings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205624885919217330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SD4YQM8l9rI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a2phyvqmdyk/s320/HPIM0754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all my career as a lifeguard has just begun. )I hope to become buff and tan, though I'll probably just end up tan, which is ok I guess.) Different then my fellow friends in the food industry. Its not much of a social thing. I only know Marilee at my pool and they pretty much split us up. She's a morning guard and I am a night guard (not to be confused with the Knight Guard commonly found in the courts of kings and other monarchy.) Its a tough job but I'm glad I get to do it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205627608928483010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SD4aus8l9sI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7nN5sP3waRg/s320/HPIM0926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second I'm going my own way in school. as it is my senior year I'm kind of specializing for the field that I'm going into later in life. This is totally different then many of my friends, but its going to be really good for me. PS I'm not going into the mercanary corp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205628747094816466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SD4bw88l9tI/AAAAAAAAAHg/l6JeEr5qxGI/s320/HPIM1713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third is my apparent obsession with utterly depressing music like the song that you may still be listening to (depending on the tolerance of High School Musical 2 or the speed of your reading. Though I sincerely hope that it is the former rather than the later for reasons obvious.) I don't know why I like it. Most people that I associate with like happy music, but................ yea. It doesn't reflect in any way the present emotional state in anyway. But in the famous words of Sid the Sloth "What? Its catchy!" (think it with a lateralized "s" and makes more sense.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061187474376430029-6132680104758439245?l=marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/6132680104758439245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061187474376430029&amp;postID=6132680104758439245' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/6132680104758439245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/6132680104758439245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer-personal-insight-on-emotional.html' title='Summer! (a personal insight on the emotional reflections of marc)'/><author><name>Marc Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034274547035056563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7rJYc4V_I/AAAAAAAAATg/g-Ujp0bIWH8/S220/100_0726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SD4YQM8l9rI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a2phyvqmdyk/s72-c/HPIM0754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061187474376430029.post-6531482904533065293</id><published>2008-05-15T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:27:38.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and other stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOLY COW PROM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was a blast. I went with the amazing Rachel Riding. For our day activity we went to Main street and had a grand old time taking pictures with the bronze statues!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200772006492305106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SCzalcTE9tI/AAAAAAAAAF8/KYzb9L6fEUA/s320/100_0322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ride Like the wind Bullseye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200772019377207010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SCzamMTE9uI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ahfd-jpEZ6A/s320/100_0323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is us with our beloved friend harold.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200772027967141618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SCzamsTE9vI/AAAAAAAAAGM/f7dI6ZvCAp8/s320/100_0326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want some too!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200772032262108930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SCzam8TE9wI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jlt1fEIqsdE/s320/100_0345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This Date is the BEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200772036557076242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SCzanMTE9xI/AAAAAAAAAGc/y2b53e5R00o/s320/100_0348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Big comfy COUCH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201228608760510242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SC553MTE9yI/AAAAAAAAAGk/euyU4Xfupuw/s320/100_0353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And of course the beloved Masks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was really cool at Prom. Rachel was so stunningly beautiful. Dinner was also amazing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201228621645412146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SC5538TE9zI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bDGJMKTotyM/s320/100_0377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201228625940379458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SC554MTE90I/AAAAAAAAAG0/lb_t2wpPOnk/s320/100_0379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man...check out my ride! Just kidding, there were replicas from other copy cats in our group but let it be known that it was me and Rachel who thought of it and di first the others are cheap copies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201228630235346770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SC554cTE91I/AAAAAAAAAG8/uef5hWW5b_s/s320/100_0394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All I have to say is that it was a blast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201228638825281378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SC5548TE92I/AAAAAAAAAHE/V7rqpJWkJh8/s320/100_0401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061187474376430029-6531482904533065293?l=marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/6531482904533065293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061187474376430029&amp;postID=6531482904533065293' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/6531482904533065293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/6531482904533065293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/05/prom-and-other-stuff.html' title='Prom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and other stuff'/><author><name>Marc Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034274547035056563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7rJYc4V_I/AAAAAAAAATg/g-Ujp0bIWH8/S220/100_0726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SCzalcTE9tI/AAAAAAAAAF8/KYzb9L6fEUA/s72-c/100_0322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061187474376430029.post-6003242165456310913</id><published>2008-05-14T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:35:52.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duration of Crush...</title><content type='html'>Haha, so I had a funny experince today. I was thinking about all the stupid high school drama. About how people "get together" and say that they were made for eachother. That they loved their significant other with all their heart, and then the next week they are not together, split up, and extremely angry with eachother.&lt;br /&gt;I then heard a satire in English that helped illustrate this topic. It is about a man who is walking down the street and sees a "women." "She" has long flowing blonde hair, and he is instantly in LOVE. He dreams, as he walks toward her, of marrying her, and having children, and then growing old together. As he approaches "her" she turns around and lo and behold, ITS A MAN! So he then says. "Immediatly turned away for the intellegence that you are i fact a guy. Duration of crush, 17 seconds."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061187474376430029-6003242165456310913?l=marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/6003242165456310913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061187474376430029&amp;postID=6003242165456310913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/6003242165456310913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/6003242165456310913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/05/duration-of-crush.html' title='Duration of Crush...'/><author><name>Marc Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034274547035056563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7rJYc4V_I/AAAAAAAAATg/g-Ujp0bIWH8/S220/100_0726.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061187474376430029.post-8468654528430702402</id><published>2008-04-20T18:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:16:41.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well the long awaited post has finally arrived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I extend my most humble apologies for taking so long to write this blog. I was plagued with many events that have taken my time and consideration and have prevented me from writing this. But alas no more excuses its time to WRITE! Well lets see what has happened since I last wrote. I went to the illustrious Jazz/Mad festival at NAU in flagstaff! We got a superior in our Jazz and a superiour with distinction in our madrigal portion. Basically it means that we got the highest score we could get. It was so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191512934073452066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SAv1gfpLRiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/THlRvJE7SAE/s320/100_0209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Say hello to Nick, awesome tenor man, room mate, and cousinface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191512942663386674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SAv1g_pLRjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/XKDMksWt-V4/s320/100_0179_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kylie was just a little excited to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191512946958353986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SAv1hPpLRkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_5lM1oNPzWs/s320/100_0222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our poor little snowman never had a chance. Shortly after he was created he met his demise but we still took a picture with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191512951253321298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SAv1hfpLRlI/AAAAAAAAAFM/O2A-wtwfqLs/s320/100_0226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most kids thought it would be fun to sleep on the way home, but not me. I discovered that if I put my snow gloves on my feet I looked strangley similar to an orangutan, which of course kept me occupied for the duration of the trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191512955548288610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SAv1hvpLRmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8YER1g4XOgE/s320/100_0259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then that very night it was our Co-ed dance! I went with the Extremely beautiful, talented, funny, witty, (happy thought.... haha) Katie Wilson. She is so much fun! We had dinner at our house. Yumm I love shishkabobs! We had lots of fun, and mom was wonderful and made the dinner and the table it was so beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191515429449451122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SAv3xvpLRnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/daTqyq5UjEY/s320/100_0265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191515433744418434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SAv3x_pLRoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-h09nJG6Zsk/s320/100_0253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191515442334353042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SAv3yfpLRpI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xTIPgYlYGYc/s320/100_0298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well as it has been many weeks since I wrote. I was able to participate in All-state choir that was fun. I went to Mt. View's Sadie Hawkins dance. I don't have picture of that but Heidi is amazing nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I also turned 17! as such I became the proud owner of a Garden gnome. To those who know this has great significance to me. To those who don't ask me later and I will explain. Anywho... meet Nigel my garden gnome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191515450924287650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SAv3y_pLRqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mDGHDlhyUV0/s320/100_0301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer I have the wonderful opprotunity to be a lifeguard! Woot me and Marille are gonig to have a great time out in Powell Jr. High. Woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061187474376430029-8468654528430702402?l=marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/8468654528430702402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061187474376430029&amp;postID=8468654528430702402' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/8468654528430702402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/8468654528430702402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-long-awaited-post-has-finally.html' title='Well the long awaited post has finally arrived!'/><author><name>Marc Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034274547035056563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7rJYc4V_I/AAAAAAAAATg/g-Ujp0bIWH8/S220/100_0726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SAv1gfpLRiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/THlRvJE7SAE/s72-c/100_0209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061187474376430029.post-3250213249686665352</id><published>2008-02-01T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T20:27:59.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metronome..........................D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So music is now comsuming my life! Its truly amazing. On top of being in two choirs struggling to learn music which will performed at a NATIONAL convention, I decided to go and make the regional choir. I'm just kidding I'm so greatful I was able to make the regional choir, and by some stroke of profound luck I was able to make 5th chair! Its going to be so amazing but it is a daunting task to learn all that music. Also I am preparing to go with the Chamber choir to the Jazz/Mad festival in Flagstaff next weekend. Sometimes we have problems keeping time in our songs so Mr. A uses......... THE ALL POWERFUL METRONOME! Which is where we endearingly use the term "Metronome.......D" (Meant to be said in a Strongbad voice.) It's so much fun. Today we got to practice with 2/3 of our rthymn section. Justin our drummer was away but we await his return on Tuesday. All this Jazz makes me really excited. Maybe, when my older brother gets hom off his mission we can get together and do Jazz for wedding receptions or something. Maybe we could even make a CD! The Johnson Brothers present "Beads and a Bare Chest."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162233701377682002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R6PwM2IqqlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/P53sXYvGkq8/s320/HPIM1713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or maybe we could go for something a little more.........................conservative.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162234616205716066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R6PxCGIqqmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/aG2x91KFCYo/s320/HPIM02771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes...... I guess maybe I should stick with Devon's face for marketing. He's the more photogenic one anywho. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061187474376430029-3250213249686665352?l=marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/3250213249686665352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061187474376430029&amp;postID=3250213249686665352' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/3250213249686665352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/3250213249686665352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/02/metronomed.html' title='Metronome..........................D'/><author><name>Marc Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034274547035056563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7rJYc4V_I/AAAAAAAAATg/g-Ujp0bIWH8/S220/100_0726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R6PwM2IqqlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/P53sXYvGkq8/s72-c/HPIM1713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061187474376430029.post-4736480766416117798</id><published>2008-01-18T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T17:45:52.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, Work, Work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;That seems to be all I'm doing these days. I don't even have tiem to take pictures of it. But I'm not complaining. I working so hard because I am going to be going on a choir trip to Washington DC! I'm really quite excited! I'm also going to be attending a festival in Flagstaff next month which should prove fun. But alas such is my life. And I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156997771136108450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R5FWJmAMh6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/3jzMDredgQM/s320/HPIM1833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061187474376430029-4736480766416117798?l=marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/4736480766416117798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061187474376430029&amp;postID=4736480766416117798' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/4736480766416117798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/4736480766416117798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/01/work-work-work.html' title='Work, Work, Work!'/><author><name>Marc Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034274547035056563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7rJYc4V_I/AAAAAAAAATg/g-Ujp0bIWH8/S220/100_0726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R5FWJmAMh6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/3jzMDredgQM/s72-c/HPIM1833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061187474376430029.post-3782536952991627272</id><published>2008-01-02T12:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T11:15:40.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well New Year's eve was two nights ago, and I had a blast! I got to go on a date with Calli. It was so much fun. We went out to Usary Pass ( I don't know what it is but the part two celebrations have been with Calli out at Usary Pass.) There we had a picnic and went on a hike and sat around the fire with a bunch of our friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150982678027994930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R3v3dGAMhzI/AAAAAAAAADk/bMkK_P4vRYc/s320/100_0079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was an awesome time. I am really glad I got to be Calli's first date. After the desert we went over to Abby Wells's house for a New Years Celebration. Calli, Michelle, and Leighton seemed to be hitting the glass pretty hard for only 9 o'clock.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can we all say:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I"M NOT DRUNK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150984331590403906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R3v49WAMh0I/AAAAAAAAADs/aoSbtXqsWcg/s320/100_0098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150984340180338514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R3v492AMh1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/2LxVLJqyb2k/s320/100_0100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150984344475305826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R3v4-GAMh2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/26HuhUNxx88/s320/100_0121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't worry its only Martinelli's. (Everythnig was completely non-alcohlic!). It was all a blast!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We all had so much fun messing around and being together. Stefani Barker got to come down and join in with the festivities! Her and Ashlee got a hold of my camera. I think they had just a little too much fun with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151416422480250770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R32B8WAMh5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/AWYCjMpfhSg/s320/100_0143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151416413890316162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R32B72AMh4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/G61VXd3LlrI/s320/100_0141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151416409595348850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R32B7mAMh3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/B_1i00yA-eg/s320/100_0139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At the end of the night we brought in the New Year with a bang! And Calli did the awesomest thing I've ever seen. I guess I should have warned her against it though. Martinelli's is very hard on the stomach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c3e6439a71ff7381" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc3e6439a71ff7381%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331676862%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D305484475700AD2D20DD430A0C7A21DD3ACAE483.3EBC5EDDE980E97F86898ACB1F9085CB73A773E8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc3e6439a71ff7381%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ddxj_fWv--SAGXcnzu9T-m8JGAtI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc3e6439a71ff7381%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331676862%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D305484475700AD2D20DD430A0C7A21DD3ACAE483.3EBC5EDDE980E97F86898ACB1F9085CB73A773E8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc3e6439a71ff7381%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ddxj_fWv--SAGXcnzu9T-m8JGAtI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Luckily when we left it was before all the drunks started out on the road so we arrived home safely. It was all good fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all, it was an amazing night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061187474376430029-3782536952991627272?l=marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c3e6439a71ff7381&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/3782536952991627272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061187474376430029&amp;postID=3782536952991627272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/3782536952991627272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/3782536952991627272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Marc Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034274547035056563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7rJYc4V_I/AAAAAAAAATg/g-Ujp0bIWH8/S220/100_0726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R3v3dGAMhzI/AAAAAAAAADk/bMkK_P4vRYc/s72-c/100_0079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061187474376430029.post-5501520906192550221</id><published>2007-12-28T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T11:50:51.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BROTHERS MARRIED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow it finally happened! MY brother Stephen got married to his sweetheart Holly Butler for time and all eternity yesterday at 9 am. It was so beautiful. They just looked so happy when they came out of the temple!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149103569618900434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R3VKalrUldI/AAAAAAAAACM/UqGEm-G6tEA/s320/100_0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was a lot of smiling, and kissing....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149104243928765922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R3VLB1rUleI/AAAAAAAAACU/cPAKOsOGP5A/s320/100_0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And hand holding.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149104862404056562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R3VLl1rUlfI/AAAAAAAAACc/U3sKpwS-1No/s320/100_0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;........and more smiling&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149105485174314498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R3VMKFrUlgI/AAAAAAAAACk/xfW88CFQ0bc/s320/100_0039.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Then there was the reception. Tons of people came. It was a lot of fun. Of course I wasn't expected to do much there, but there was one thing I was looking forward too: Decorating Stephens car. haha. I had everything ready, dry erase markers, cans, paper, baloons, the whole nine yards. When I went out into the parking lot I discovered my brother had actually HIDDEN his car. Through much trouble and teaming up with the bridesmaids and groomsmen we eventually found the car. And we did it up right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149112185323296306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R3VSQFrUljI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-rhBvQ9wrC8/s320/100_0066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149112193913230914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R3VSQlrUlkI/AAAAAAAAADE/_oNJt3IATqE/s320/100_0067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149112181028328994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R3VSP1rUliI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OvR4iDW2R5o/s320/100_0065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149112168143427090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R3VSPFrUlhI/AAAAAAAAACs/eR17SitsNAI/s320/100_0064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahaha, but of course his spirits couldn't be dampened. It was wonderful to see my brother and Holly so happy and so in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149113448043681362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R3VTZlrUllI/AAAAAAAAADM/RyzQib80ooQ/s320/100_0073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061187474376430029-5501520906192550221?l=marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/5501520906192550221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061187474376430029&amp;postID=5501520906192550221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/5501520906192550221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/5501520906192550221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-brothers-married.html' title='MY BROTHERS MARRIED'/><author><name>Marc Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034274547035056563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7rJYc4V_I/AAAAAAAAATg/g-Ujp0bIWH8/S220/100_0726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R3VKalrUldI/AAAAAAAAACM/UqGEm-G6tEA/s72-c/100_0031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061187474376430029.post-6601078597013210518</id><published>2007-12-25T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T22:25:05.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS MEANS CARNAGE!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not really but I do like that movie. But seriously Christmas was amazing! I woke up at like 3 in the morning. When I was it was 3 I thought to myself "oh well, I'll just go back to sleep." Well I thought wrong! The excitment kept bubbling up inside me and I couldn't go back to sleep! Finally my body was starting to relax when my little brother woke up and started whispering "Marc...............Marc...............Wake up Marc it's Christmas!" I, being the kind and understanding brother I am, played possum until he decided to quit! This didn't happen until he bounced my mattress a few times. Then he went back to bed. An hour later the little boy was down from his bed pushing and pulling on my leg saying "Marc! Wake up!" Now many of oyu may wonder why I didn't wake up at this point. My parents have a lovely rule that we are not aloud to bother them until 7:00 as it was only 5:30 I was wanting to try for a few more hours of sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally the blessed hour came! Presents!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Santa did very well. He brought a couple magic tricks and a book on how to draw dragons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148123732959860066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R3HPQlrUlWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gU_A-M5Rjtk/s320/100_0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I already know that I am gonig to have loads of fun with that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Katie Wilson was hilarious as always and gave me an "easy button" ( don't worry there is a story behind it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148151298059965810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R3HoVFrUlXI/AAAAAAAAABY/g1sOLWkG1cM/s320/100_0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got this camera so now I have my own pictures to put on my blog! It was all around a really great day at the Johnson house hold. Everybody was here (except for Devon of course.) Jenny came down from Bakersfield and Stephen brought Holly over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148153887925245314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R3Hqr1rUlYI/AAAAAAAAABg/53hCMr1gx9c/s320/100_0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Grandpa Phil came down from Snowflake!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148154493515634066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R3HrPFrUlZI/AAAAAAAAABo/CnWu1Os0iTw/s320/100_0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My cousins from Flagstaff came down tonight. They are staying till Stephen's wedding. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148156984596665762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R3HtgFrUlaI/AAAAAAAAABw/Aw8bV6Nz3p0/s320/100_0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh look at Ausitn, he's 16 strong, and would like a date from nice young women, can't you see it on his face? haha. Just kidding! He's really doing just fine in Flagstaff. haha. But he wouldn't say no to one! Oh yea, and last night we went out to the Desert with the Andersons! I don't have any pictures but it was awesome!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well that about sums up a wonderful Christmas Day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148163714810418626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R3Hzn1rUlcI/AAAAAAAAACA/u0pJwWUYkbE/s320/100_0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061187474376430029-6601078597013210518?l=marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/6601078597013210518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061187474376430029&amp;postID=6601078597013210518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/6601078597013210518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/6601078597013210518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-means-carnage.html' title='CHRISTMAS MEANS CARNAGE!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Marc Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034274547035056563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7rJYc4V_I/AAAAAAAAATg/g-Ujp0bIWH8/S220/100_0726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R3HPQlrUlWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gU_A-M5Rjtk/s72-c/100_0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061187474376430029.post-3941327768191626996</id><published>2007-12-23T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T21:19:55.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is Coming the Goose is Getting Fat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R29Ba1rUlSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OV9TMSbVVp0/s1600-h/HPIM0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147404828448953634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R29Ba1rUlSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OV9TMSbVVp0/s320/HPIM0230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. It is Christmas in 2 days. I like Christmas a lot. A lot, a lot. But I think I like Christmas eve more. In my family Christmas eve is the time when we talk the most about the birth of Christ. Every year we go out to Usary Pass on Christmas and its just a really special time. And my mom usually cries a lot. Its all really fun. But of course then it all ends. Thats ok though because then its CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061187474376430029-3941327768191626996?l=marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/3941327768191626996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061187474376430029&amp;postID=3941327768191626996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/3941327768191626996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/3941327768191626996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-is-coming-goose-is-getting.html' title='Christmas is Coming the Goose is Getting Fat!'/><author><name>Marc Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034274547035056563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7rJYc4V_I/AAAAAAAAATg/g-Ujp0bIWH8/S220/100_0726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R29Ba1rUlSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OV9TMSbVVp0/s72-c/HPIM0230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061187474376430029.post-7557315659835226938</id><published>2007-12-22T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T21:31:12.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mawaige Is Wot Bwings Us Togeber Next Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R29EFlrUlUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vnr-NKiKkK0/s1600-h/IMG_7343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147407761911616834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R29EFlrUlUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vnr-NKiKkK0/s320/IMG_7343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes thats right. My brother is getting married next thursday. Its bascially the most exciting (and the most stressful) thing thats ever happened to our family besides birth. My brother got incredibly lucky and captured the heart of the beautiful Holly Butler and they will be married for time and all eternity next thursday! I'm so excited for them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061187474376430029-7557315659835226938?l=marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/7557315659835226938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061187474376430029&amp;postID=7557315659835226938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/7557315659835226938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/7557315659835226938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/2007/12/mawaige-is-wot-bwings-us-togeber-next.html' title='Mawaige Is Wot Bwings Us Togeber Next Thursday'/><author><name>Marc Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034274547035056563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7rJYc4V_I/AAAAAAAAATg/g-Ujp0bIWH8/S220/100_0726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R29EFlrUlUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vnr-NKiKkK0/s72-c/IMG_7343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061187474376430029.post-5028325875228177896</id><published>2007-12-22T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T21:35:43.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Finally Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R29FDlrUlVI/AAAAAAAAABE/irs3hGcUKNg/s1600-h/HPIM1713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147408827063506258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R29FDlrUlVI/AAAAAAAAABE/irs3hGcUKNg/s320/HPIM1713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made it! A Blog! I finally coaught the ride. Now I have no idea of what to do, but the options are endless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061187474376430029-5028325875228177896?l=marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/5028325875228177896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1061187474376430029&amp;postID=5028325875228177896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/5028325875228177896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1061187474376430029/posts/default/5028325875228177896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusareliusjohnson.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-finally-here.html' title='I&apos;m Finally Here!'/><author><name>Marc Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08034274547035056563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/SU7rJYc4V_I/AAAAAAAAATg/g-Ujp0bIWH8/S220/100_0726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXwO_j0eShE/R29FDlrUlVI/AAAAAAAAABE/irs3hGcUKNg/s72-c/HPIM1713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
