I don't even know what to call this.

Soooo, I don't know what to call this blog. I don't know what to write about in this blog. But I feel like its been such a long time since I've written on this blog that I need to write something... so I'm going to force it, and it will probably be horrible to read. Just awful. Absolutely dismal... Lets see, Since I last blogged...

I finally have my motorcycle license, so now I ride free as a bird. boo ya.

I turned 21, which has its privileges...

I visited my broomski and his wife in Vail, which was dope off the rope... (i love you guys)

I went to mens retreat, which was bomb, and me and some buddies ran around with sticks and bones, in our underwear chasing cattle.

I ran an obstacle course for little kids for easter, and it was fun.

Ummmm, thats pretty much it. I'll close by writing a poem, or maybe a peom. I think I like peoms better anyways...

Blum dee dum, by matt fitch

Ho hum, my mouth went numb
I think should keep mum.
Tilly dee, my lips are free
I think I'll look and see.
Whop tee doy, my eyes are coy
I think I'm still a boy.
Oogly do, my ears seem new
I think I'll hear the view
Gilly gash, I'll grow a stash
so they will bat their lash.
The end, and you my friend
will have a thought to spend.

Attatched are pictures of A) Me and Mel and Zac at Vail,
















and B) Men's retreat madness...



all yalls be peacin out I hopes...
-M